How Soon?

Your hands imagine themselves traveling the curves of my hips,
as my hands find themselves dreaming of tracing your face.
My eyes see the tangled sheets, hapless covers thrown
aside in the breathless beating of my heart.
Can words ever mean all they are meant to?
If a picture is worth a thousand words, how much are the words
that frame my heart worth?

My legs intertwine with your legs; they hasten two becoming one.
Your fingers amuse themselves with learning a new language-
the one verbalized by skin on skin.
Which one of my senses will you overwhelm first?
How soon will it take for me to capture the essence of you?