Discontent. I just hit my knee on the desk and it felt fantastic.

Spare me a guilt trip or two, as I have eyes only for you.
duly noted, and much aware. Sometimes I hit this glass ceiling hard.
Not plane is ever fast enough and sometimes I just can’t catch my breath.
Doesn’t seem to phase you, set in stone gaze, just taking it all in.
Let it be, let it be, a telephone booth, a time machine.
Playing in the waves at the earths edge.
I’ll go all the way around and meet you on the other side.
Would you even be there, a lighthouse to help me to the edge.
Not second guessing, ever questioning.
I have a bottle on my desk that reads a short message from you.
Who ever knew that four letters could say so much.
This head, these thoughts, your eyes, yours lips.
When we collide. Summer nights. Heat & mint.
The salt on my skin & the subtle sensation of your fingers between mine.
Gluttonous lust. As fear breeds excitement breeds anticipation for tomorrow.