October 12, 2015
I don’t know you, but I want you
I don’t love you, but I see you.
And I feel something from you
And I know you feel it too.
And I wonder how you feel
against the nakedness of my touch.
These minute stolen moments,
I know is more than much.
It’s the little games we play
that will hurt us, they say.
So this is something we should leave and pass up.
But how I wish to take a little sip, from that devil’s cup.