I creep toward you, led by curious fingers,
Searching out smiles and raspberry touch.
My mouth envies yours,
And my lips long for a lesson.
If you have anything to offer,
If you have anything to need,
I can only smile and watch your beauty,
Words are too cheap to describe you.
Thoughts fly through my head,
Like a freeway with no speed limit.
If you ever get cold,
Let me cover you in my warmth.
If you ever search for safety,
Let my eyes be your home.
I find beauty in your words,
No paint and canvass could compare to you
I get lost in the fantasy of a single kiss,
I am found, melted in the fever of my want.
If there is anything worth holding,
Let it be my thoughts.
If there is anything worth saving,
Let it be my passion.
Comfort are the many clouds, pretending to be animals,
Harboring your voice.
Piercing is the desire for your raspberry touch,
And painful is the beating of a sullen heart that’s always craving more…
…for we are never satisfied.