Its been one year.
Our friendship has grown.
But yet you don't want to bone.

You have shown me the world.
One I've never known.
But I feel all alone.

You hold my hand.
You hug me close.
You cuddle next to me.
And rub your feet with mine.

But not one kiss.
Not a slow caress.
A Tug of my hair.

But I do care.
You been here for me.
Cheering me on through my sobriety.

But I  want you to touch my body.
I want to feel the fire...the lust!
But if I bring it up..Its just a bust...

I'll just sit at this table eating my pecan pie with the sweet crust!