your fingertips trail along my spine
like the shiver of anticipating excitement
when your exhales can be felt
teasing my lips with the idea of yours
it's the bliss of blushing after a gaze
and enjoying the breathtaking lust filled daze
》
why are you so alluring
you hold my attention more than i'll admit
and as sleep blankets our city
the feeling of being content for the first time
after months of loneliness
fills the previous hollowness
the mocking of the moon no longer hits my window
instead the stars are almost as bright as your eyes
underneath these street lights
》
but baby you're not mine
to kiss so softly my knees go weak
to be held by (even if you do it anyways)
yet you make sleep deprivation not seem terrible
my body can't be tired while you're awakening all my senses
shocking with the electricity of your touch
a rush i could grow familiar with
something about this feels like happiness
i don't feel jealousy or longing oddly enough
because what little part i have of you
is good enough for me
but i can't keep giving myself to you this way
you're still hers no matter what you say
baby you're not mine
