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.
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