Vapors rises whenever you near.
Like a thicken smoke of steam.
I'm dripping from being close to you.

Like fog surrounded by mist of dew in the morning.
I'm melting to be with you.
In my dreams I imagine myself reaching out for you.

That just being in your presence seems to do.
I vaporized by knowing you.

You a radiant of stream boiling.
And I have the tough to soothe you.
But being that you're a lady.
I refuse too.
Which seems to surprise you.

I flirt.
You tease.
And just imagine if we should connect.
What kind of vapors we would create?

You would be the fire burning.
And I'll be the water putting you out.
Even if you was in the shower.
I imagine myself as the sprout.

We just end it here.
To go further would jeapodize our fear.
We keep our thoughts in check and in line.
Buit we know, what's really on our minds.

When we say vapors.