Calling out to him
You smell sweet
like something i want to touch
I see you, they don't
but you don't understand that.
I wish you did
you are warm and rosy in my thoughts
i will be very honest here,
you turn me on.
I want you
No, need you
But
having you,
impossible.
As I call out to you
you can't hear.
Only my keyboard can.
And it doesn't want to.
This poem is about:
Me