Never mine
Your lips are foreign to mine
But I know they'd taste like red wine
The crested lines on your fine mouth drives me insane
And I'd drunkenly drown in it with no shame
The soothing sound of your masculine voice reminds me of the husky winds of early Spring
While your delicate touch against my skin can send me into the abyss of a dangerous fling
Even though that wandering mind you posses would never rescue me from these outrageous thoughts
I'd sleep peacefully knowing that my mourning heart yearns for your love which it earnestly soughts
The voice that provokes my excitement has become an echo in the deep walls of my ears
The laugh that lingers around me is gone and replaced by the rocking chair of my fears
How I wish I could turn your smile into freezing ice
To selfishly comfort all my midnight cries
The memory of our last encounter brings me tears
Because of the soundless whisper of your unspoken goodbyes
