Not once, have I tasted the thickness
of your lips.
nor have I felt a shallow hug
lacking passion.

I have only closed my eyes
and dreamed of us
in the darkness of my
bleak imagination.

I have feared
the intensity of your stare
but missed the scarcity
of your comforting voice

But dear,
this lust will only demolish us.

     ever so slowly
        in the comfort of our own
          inconvenience.