Thoughts that taunt the
nights we'd touch (in) mid dark...
Seriously seeking (while he would be spleeping)
for something seemed a spark, Or rather
a rare flicker? Sex should simply
be simpler!
Impulse Induced: Indulgance
in an instant. Yet still I insist:
"could it be this quick?"
Start: Entrance/ In trance...
Again I'm in this dance.
Surely secured sustenance;
Gone away to this Lonliness.
Now all I have is Hope of a chance.
"Is this?"...oops... gone in a glance.
This second, your presense is
present; Readily it's replaced
for a place in my past (as good
as steady) Please, teddy, a bit
longer. A tad stronger...
Learning a Love left to Last!
