When you hugged me tight
I will not deny that something stirred.
I think of you at night
And recall your frequent touch.
Such frustration and delight!
Is it fear of dust
Which feeds my lust
And causes me to long for thee?
You are lonely too
I know. but you say, “go slow”.
I am a patient man.
But life is passing by
Both you and I.
Published on September 07, 2024 07:52