The One I Can'T Touch

The one I can't touch is a flirt, but not much. She brushes me slowly a hint of soft lust. She strides along with me, my pace she has matched. She glances not quickly are you sure you can pass? A slither of heat is wrapping around me. A heart skips a beat her motives astound me. Sitting on time consumption lumping in all my assumption, hoping my body ponders, instead of fleeting off to wander. I stand erect and turn around but luckily now, hes coming down. A face to face simple embrace she slithers away, the heat is replaced. We say are goodbyes and part our ways, the day has gone by nothing is phased. I smile just a little cause i am just flesh. My thoughts are unworthy but my hands he can trust.