Shake
You don't know what you do to me,
how the sight of you stops sound,
my stomach, I am picking up from the floor as you pass.
You don't know how I think of you,
unbuttoning your shirt with my eyes,
oh god, press that against me.
You don't even know my name,
though I have a name for you,
saying it to myself when my need is consuming.
You won't share my bed, my name, my breath.
Not in this world, but yet in another,
we are having moments that shake us to the core.
Copyright © She Twentyone | Year Posted 2016
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