Urge, bubbling in my blood.
Words, scattered across my tounge.
Desire, burning my bones in it's fire.
I'm a mess of these feelings.
I feel I should be screaming,
Calling you out, for kissing me, for touching me.
You lit the candle again.
And I want things to be different.
So I'll wait until I see you again.
Till I feel you, lips against your skin.
Only after then, will I let it out.
The questions that slowly,
Have been
Boiling
Me
Down.