Wistful Attraction
That momentous longing that purposed many lowly nights dissipated
Just as I found myself in your presence once again
You tease me, flirt with me, confuse the hell out of me,
You touch me in strange ways as I strenuously gaze
Once you massaged my hands playfully,
But I saw through your frivolous actions a lust unacquainted with jest
I slowly began to realize, that when I confessed my attraction to you through that letter,
That I was serving you my heart on a rusty platter
Hoping for an arrow to shoot us down to seriousness
But we are close friends, not on the brink of romance
We are silly and wacked out of all reason
Too much alike, too little acquainted in what I dream of
You are full of games and I am full of fire
Sometimes we are just on the brink of drifting our separate ways
You treat me like I am in high demand,
That you only have the time right now to be with me,
And must get all of me that you can
To hold me close and take what you need before the next comes to engorge
I am your friend, your close friend,
This tension makes me furious and sore
Why can’t we just be us without the demand for more?
---Shoutout to my best friend Becca Larkin for helping me with a title. I always struggle with that!!!! RAWR---
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2016
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