And no
I won't go to bed
thinking about the soft green of your eyes
I won't wonder
how many inches you have on me and
the way my head only measures to your collarbone
I won't dream
of your warm embrace
resting my head on your chest
I won't long
for the feeling of your lips on mine
hands eagerly at my waist
I won't think
about you
At least I'll try
A little thing I just had written, it's possibly a revision of an earlier little poem thing?