Driven To Distraction

Driven to Distraction Can’t help it Can’t do anything about it An innocent photo Fantasizes Her word repeated Re-read and re-initiated Touches Swims me through Her soul Finds my spirit Traversing the spaces Hanging with kisses She repeats And replete On tantalizings Almost tasted I fall Control-less Can’t help it Can’t do anything about it In the images She painted Enchanted The rick and cot Of desire In sheets and pillows I hear her giggles Under flushing eyes What am I to do With these Vacant longings As they travel Distances Horizon from me to you What am I to do With this hearts And heads infatuated Poetry As it lays at night Jostling and turning In the empty Impossibility Of wantings My lips to feed Greedily And sate this hungrily Echoed Distraction driven I can’t help it Can’t control it This aching trespass With words imparted The succinct And salivated story Of her Sends me crushing And cruising Heat semaphores Towards her And in the meal of love I would dine On sustenance passion Eat her Through my every fibre If but once I could Hold her Can’t help it Can’t do anything about it Can’t control it