My mind,
Drowning itself with dreams of you.

Your words linger,
Teasing my ears with vocal nectar.

What about you?

Feel my heart,
Racing against yours.
Whose is faster?

My scent,
Sticks to your clothes like lint.

My breath,
Will kiss your neck.

A touch without contact,
Shudder for me.

My hands,
You miss them?

I want them to imprison you,
A sentence for as long as you'd like.




- Tré