Your smirk lingers on my mind
when you left sweetness on my tongue.

Deep thoughts, deep breaths.
Honey-flavored heartaches, heartbreaks--this takes
the cake.

My feelings flow
with high viscosity, like the blood in my veins
that slowly thickens, freeze up when you touch me.

I want you here, my Dear.
You tighten your grip on me. I am
feeling naked, wanting more.

Stranger,
I crave you--consumed by thoughts of you.
Please. I want nothing to do with wanting.