The Shape of Want

Your attention unsettles me Like a hand not yet placed Though I think of it so often My secret fantasy escape Long glances that last for ages Electric shivers sent down my spine Tip toeing around what I want now Hoping that you have the time Fingertips feel heavy Intention with every touch Stars responding all around us Cosmic level adrenaline rush Heat rising from within me Your hands changing my design Acrylic tracing words on your shoulders All our sounds begin to rhyme Eyelids heavy from my dreaming Fantasies prayers can't dispel Stuck yearning across the room Begging you to think of me aswell

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