I crave you and only you,
I wake from my thoughts and come back to reality.
I've only seen a photo of what you look like, my dear friend, but it's enough for me.
Enough for me to ponder what it would be like to kiss your lips, press my mouth to your neck and gently nibble on it.
Enough for me to stay awake at night and imagine you're with me under the covers.
That my hands are yours on my skin, tracing the curves of my hips and going lower.
That when I'm left shaking it's because of you and how you make me feel, so pure and so true.
But I dare not speak such things to you when we talk,
Only saying what I want you to hear that comes from my lips.