I pressed my head against the cool glass
My hand imprints the humidity that lingers there

The could that never would dances in the reflection of my bloodshot eyes

I was so close.

The love lost will be forever enshrined
within the warmest places of my heart,
such sweet sorrow for...
wait, what's your name again???

I long for the majestic
sunset of your hair,
windblown, dancing across my cheek…
The burnt orange and lavender…
I want to consume every drop.
I’m thirsty for your
footsteps near my bed, parched with
desire for your presence—your essence.
How long until you wet my
tongue, and quench this fire?
I stalk slumber like a shadow…
my only release from the
hunger and yearning for your
moist lips, like peaches
pressed against mine.

I desire to feast upon your handsomeness,
embrace your naturalness,
your romantic nature
a place that I wish to stay
and escape inside your amazing mind.

You fill my heart
with magical sparks,
your words swirl
on my full, cool lips,
your poetry melts on my tongue,
entering my lungs.

You tease me
with your compelling melody,
your eyes shimmering
like a crystal onyx,
drawing me closer
to your delightful fragrance.

I’m lost in your velvet vessel,
rising to the beat
of your frequency,
your sexiness flowing like waves
upon my vibrantly brown skin,
longing for you to feel me completely.