Persuasion.

This is just one those poems about the kind of tension that you could cut through with a knife :P

Persuasion

What of the chance we could lie together,
breathing in unison and quickening the
pace; my eyes straining to keep consciousness;
yours are just a bit too much of heaven.
I lose control of my hands as they find your face,
and I shiver as I’m sure you will. Closer,
just a little closer, I inhale to get closer;
you’re too good to give it away.
Persuasion is such a funny thing.