Unsettling when I find myself waiting
muttered unsavory words under my breath, my lust for him consumes me
clouding my senses…All I can think of was the last night he was with me.
Drifts of honey flowing from between my legs, sweaty bodies, dimly lit room
and his scent…his masculine scent pushing my thoughts spiraling wildly like a brush fire
uncontrollably spreading within my senses.
You, sitting across me both of us trying not to stare at each other. Some fleeting glances here and there, some moment sifted through the air. If I could only run and hide to my deepest, darkest lair.
Funny, how we conceal each other’s feelings how we both go through so many intricate ways of hiding under the mask.
I blush just the thought of you learning what goes through my mind when I’m thinking of you. I think I better sit somewhere else.
From a sleepy thought
to a hasty morning cup of joe
I longed to be touched
to be held like how a bride
carries her wedding bouquet.
Thoughts drift in the Autumn wind
sliding away like a swirling clouds
of dust on an unpaved road
thoughts drifted and landed
at your doorstep
knocked once, twice-then
drifted away.
