Coffee shop
God I want your body, the aches become far to much to bare, I want here beside me but you're always over there
I can see your gorgeous curves, I'm captivated by your smile, I'm obsessed by your beauty and have been for a while
I can't take my eyes off you, I try to watch your every move, you glide like a ballerina, each move you make is smooth
You always wear the sort of clothes that leaves me wanting to see more, enough flesh to tease me, you leave aching to my core
I look at your painted lips, I dream of stealing a single kiss, just to taste your cherry chapstick would truly be such bliss
I gently brush up against you when we're caught in the same queue, I apologise for pushing forward but it got me close to you
I feel this way every morning it always starts the same, I see you in the coffee shop and then you're stuck inside my brain
THE KINKY POET