I have a Sapphic longing

I want to feel your lips
so soft
pink and plump

stroak your hair
so long
dark brown and curly

caress your skin
so smooth
freckled and delicate

But you would never love me
you barely know I exist.

so I will continue to sit here
in the dark

with nothing but my Sapphic longing.

She doesn't know
But I think I love her
And I think that I want her
To be mine
She doesn't know
But talking to her
Makes me smile like
I've just won the lottery
She doesn't know
But even writing this
I get a pang in my stomach
From a storm of butterflies
She doesn't know
But no one compares to her
She doesn't know
But everyone else does

Let's be tied together.
Give me the suitcase.
I'll give you;
weak knees,
***** sheets,
good dreams,
make you bleed
Take me to your place,
Keep me here forever.