I can smell him.
His skin an aroma....
Better then cake.
Better then cookies.
Better then stuffing on thanksgiving.
Sweeter then fresh sugar cane.
I want to touch him.
I imagine touching him...
kissing him...
loving him...
Lust is known to be a dangerous thing.
But he's unaware of the sexual thoughts that he brings.
Dreaming i could just be close enough to feel his naked skin against mines...
He makes me want him...
He makes me need him...
And i wish oh so badly that the right words.....i could find.

I'd kiss his neck as if it were water quenching my thirst.
I'd touch his body ever so carefully like he were the most beautiful fragile antique on earth.
I'd kiss him passionately....like a loving mother cares for a child.
If only I could speak to him...

I could get past lies...spoken in denial.

I could allow him joint custody of my heart.
If only i could that chance....
of it being once again ripped apart....