Let me just say that
I miss it all.
I want to feel my heart skip a beat.
Fast, slow, fast, slow.
Pounding out of my chest as he walks by;
his warm embrace putting it back into its original tempo.
“Just put your lips here,” he said.
“I’ll do the rest.”
Is this where it ends?
Or is this just the beginning?
My mind is contaminated with thoughts of you.
Every hug.
Kiss.
Whisper.
Tryst.
I don’t know how to react;
my feelings are capricious.
This isn’t just an infatuation.
If you could just realize how you make me feel;
I thought you knew.
