Still...

Still I think

Of lips that

I have never

Had the

Pleasure to

Partake in

Or hands that

I've never

Felt

Sliding across the

Warmth of my

Thoughts while

I sigh in

Elation to

Your

Storm...

Still I think

Of the quake

In my heart

At just

The ideal of

You

Giving into

Me with

Intentions so

Sweet that

I can't help

But smile to

Myself and

Wonder that when you

Truly think of

Me that you

Do the same...

Even though

I know

That what I

Feel you

Don't really

Know

But I can't help

But to think of

You

Stil.

©Tam2/15/2020