I lay thinking of your lips at night,
so full upon your face,
when I’m alone in bed.
My cheeks are flushing red.
I wonder how they would feel,
crashing against mine,
like waves on a shore.
God how I want more.
Will your tongue taste of honey,
as it seeps into my mouth,
and collides with mine?
Shivers down my spine.
Will your hands stay busy as they
rest upon my neck,
your fingers tangled in my hair?
I close my eyes as if in prayer.
I think of all of this and more,
staring into the dark,
wondering if you think the same.
Wondering if you chant my name.