You say don’t say or even think things
but then YOU say things that make me think things
Unintentional teasing is not the most delicious torture ever
SEEMINGLY unintentional teasing is…
so I’m pretending that you HAVE to know
what you are doing to me
Unable to always CONTROL
my thoughts or feelings
I’m managing my actions
so you’ll just have to
be happy (deprived) with that
Maybe BECAUSE certain experiences are taboo
under your guidelines…
I’m catching myself
drinking YOU in with my eyes
Silently gasping at a flicker of flesh
my mind playing vivid movies of what
I could be doing to you from this angle
with you in the exact POSITION that
you’re in now
…ughhhh
YOUR body so casual and close
but feeling like an overdose
Attempting to reign in my thoughts
and being successful
for moments at a time
I can’t help loving the consolation prizes my mind
provides itself in commiseration
with my FLESH for the gifts it can’t give you
prizes SO graphic and specific
that I know exactly
how far my fingers would
reach around and down
if my hungry palms PERFECTLY cupped the exposed
sections of your sides just above your hips…
from behind
…grrrr
FOR me just the thoughts will have to do
is it my imagination or can you see us too?
Tasting you so fully with all of MY senses
except the most delicious aspect
of taste which is TOUCH.
OBVIOUSLY,
touch is what I’m CRAVING so much
even as I control the urge
tingling MY hairs stand up
but instead of goose bumps
my arms and neck are textured by
tiny
little
throbbing
clits
…fffuuuuu
Keeping things proper,
my face calm, voice light.
My LUST hidden
Saved up FOR later tonight
Life is for PLEASURE even if I
have to pleasure myself
AND like a ride is more exciting
with both peaks and valleys
now I’m thinking of your peaks and valleys
…shhht
and of riding
*sigh*
PASSION for anyone or anything
is exciting even if unrequited
and makes life more fascinating
I thank Unis FOR what I do get…
the things that are real
as well as the visions that are not (yet)
I find LIFE. pleasing when I am with you
as I have from the start
from a platonic overnight STAY,
to a conversation by phone or by text
I enjoy it all even realizing that NOTHING could be next
Knowing not if we will EVER talk again.
This all COULD be over, come to an end
finished between the rising of the sun
and the setting of the moon.
Whenever it is over will feel much too soon
So for now I’m letting it BE
enjoying the tidbits I get
never pushing unless prompted to
Probably BETTER for you
That I keep MY hands to myself
and just enjoy the gorgeous view
