I long to touch you with my breath,
To whisper kisses in your hair.
Instead I play my secret heat,
And wait for time spent in your stare.
We could be lovers, yes we could.
Fingers and skin and legs and lips.
No future, no plan, no care, just fun
In the sheets and between your hips.
Still…
Silent verses of lasting looks
Make for wildly explicit quotes,
And passing on the space between us
Is my private longing on secret notes.