Why did he choose to come closer in summer? .
In winter I could have used these cuddles and had the excuse,
"It's cold out".
Why didnt he show up when I was sad?
The tears would explain why he holds my hand the way he does.
I can't wait for him to come,
Or leave so our intimate hugs are interpreted as another hello, a simple goodbye.
How come he puts a smile top of my smile,
Knows me better than I know myself,
And makes me feel lonely in his absence?
Just yesterday, I kept planting kisses on the outside of his hands
and he didn't complain,
Instead one of them  found their way to my conical hills and I didn't complain either.
He caresses me in a way that leaves my insides demanding for more.
His eyes burn with mysterious tales, or words I imagine he would like to say to me.
His legs always find their way to my place,
And my hands his neck,
His hands my hips,
My lips his chest,
His lips my hair,
My back the wall,
His back my nails
My lips his,
Returned with a burning desire, a rough squeeze of my behind and a palm devouring my tiny *******.
Our bodies falling into each other...

And then we remember we are not an item ,
We don't want to sin.
So we sit there, longing, holding hands, caressing, longing for more.
Maybe it's up to time but my dreams have caught us naked, red handed and no regrets.