Is This Love?7

Is this love,
if when he’s away,
I long for his kiss. 
like yearning desire,
met by a burning fire.

If the pining on my lips,
can only be satisfied
By the warmth of his hips.
Soon I will cease to exist. 

Is this love,
when every time I meet his gaze
I get lost in endless waves. 
The icy blue washes over me,
concealing and drowning me 
With every blinking wink.

Eyes that light up the room,
like the one very poorly lit,
just meant for two.
They tease and taunt,
leaving just enough room, 
For his sparkly blue. 

Is this love, 
If my breath catches in my throat,
begging to be let out,
but caught on his intimate smoke and mirrors. 

With the pressure of pounding of my heart,
something only he can control.
I lose sight of the outside world,
focusing on just him,
only him. 

This is love,
because with every careless kiss,
a breathless wish is made.
Our time together isn’t forever,
but that means nothing,
when it was an all-consuming life endeavor.

He’s never been mine,
nor will he ever,
but our illicit moments, 
will never cease to sever.