And no I won't go to bed thinking about the soft green of your eyes I won't wonder how many inches you have on me and the way my head only measures to your collarbone I won't dream of your warm embrace resting my head on your chest I won't long for the feeling of your lips on mine hands eagerly at my waist I won't think about you At least I'll try
A little thing I just had written, it's possibly a revision of an earlier little poem thing?