Poetry and small stories

Listening -Poem

I see you talking, but I can't hear the words of yours
Too focused on those lips of yours.

It wouldn't be far, to reach out and trace them-
To taste them.

The heat in your eyes tell stories as I stare,
The need, the want, the care.

I know you feel it too,
But to shy to make a move.

I smile, pretending to listen
but my mind imagines different actions.

As much as I know it's wrong,
I don't want this feeling to be gone.

The confusion on your face showed me that you noticed me not properly listening,
I shake my head "zoned out" I lie.

That chuckle of yours sent me to heaven,
I feel like sitting on cloud seven.

I could listen to you all day,
Although I'll be to focused on how your lips sway

-Floatyyx