I dream of tender lips against mine
I wish it would last till the end of time
Only a memory
But it feels so sublime

Glancing as our eyes align
Admiring their design
It tells more then words
I have never felt some thing so genuine

Thoughts so vivid and fine
I must get them out of my mind
Or else my heart will want some thing so divine
And It will consume my lonely confine

Fingers wither right when they started to slither
A tongue ready about to sung gets a stung and turns into a lump down the throat and forces a patter in the lung
Eyes cry and quickly dry as if to put on a disguise
The tunnel to the brain turns to a funnel from the pain; bundling all the thoughts again
A mental blister getting crisper being forced from a boil to simmer, sending the body into a shiver and after letting out a whisper
I won't write about that today