Let me stare for just a little bit longer.
Let me feel my snow globes within yours for just another moment.
Let them touch,
I know you know it's not too much.
I don't stare because I want your **********
Certainly not from lust.
The nature of your figure, the lips sprinkled upon your mouth, the eyes under your eyelashes,
That is not my pleasure.
What I yearn for is behind the face, and it's manifested two fold.
I do look upon you, but I cannot look upon myself,
A pleasure held only by you.
The back of my face, I'd like to know,
My own existence, 180 degrees to my perception,
So different, yet the same.
You might offer the other so easily to me.
If only for a hint of conscious thought propelled at me.
I just want to feel you, and have you feel me back,
A simple act of thought for me is all I ever wanted.