when I think of you
can't help but touch
to feel hands
on my skin
your hands, if only
when I think of you
my mouth
drops slightly
opening for your lips
wanting to taste
when I think of you
breath quickens
pulse races
eyes close
dreamily longing
when I think of you
desire flows
juices puddle
passions rise
my thirst ever growing
when I think of you
thoughts of lust
abound, run ramped
needs unbearable
aching in my loins
torturous thoughts
longings unfulfilled
exploding inward
dying a little
why must I think of you
...yet I do