The thing I crave the most it seems I cannot have
As your silhouette diminishes
I'm left alone and broken
Wanting and wishing for more of you
If only a brief interlude
This crush I have won't leave
It seems as if I've underestimated this fantasy
As in my dreams I see your face
I see your smile of warmth that blankets me
All this time and here we still are, untouched
We speak at night
Speaking all this while
Sometimes flirty
Mostly dirty
But we continue to play this dangerous game
The fluttering feeling in my stomach
Filled with butterflies
As your voice I hear on the phone line
Do you feel the same?
Or is this all just a game?
The teasing nature you exhibit
Leaves me crushing and wanting so much more
A wicked creature you are
To string me along
Do you know my heart?
That smirk you wear
It rips through me
Crushing me like tin can
Empty and desolate
Longing to be filled with the remnants of you
Bring your fill to me
Abundantly
Even a sip will be welcomed
As it will wet my appetite
Driving me insane but at least I get to taste you
Insanity is a more welcomed state
As you're out of my league
Words I've heard far too many times
They become believable after awhile
You're wicked but I still want you to be mine
You are my crush
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Poetry of the Heart & Soul #Wattys2016
PoetryAll feels...enjoy...slice of life pieces ALL WORK IS OWNED BY ME AND CANNOT BE COPIED. ©2015 Tammy New. All rights reserved.
