the sugar is going to my head,
coursing through me
laying still impossible on my bed,
impatience easy to see,

hands tap with the beat
of a heart, wanting to meet,
feet dance under the sheet
in the restless, summer to be, heat

you are so sweet,

alone knowing this,
alone there will be no...
alone is a confession

you are not an obsession
you are not the end all and be all,
you are every waking moment
                         a positive torrent,
of sweet,
sweet, moments strung together,
until the sun sets here,
then the fear
of being alone, to make it through,
your sugar rush,
sweetness.