Rush hour
Lust ridden I become
Staring at you across the platform
Oblivious you become
To my turmoiled domain
I admire
I desire..
X
Just a quarter of a sip
From your two toned lips
The pink I save for last
In a bid to cure my fast
For the lengthy in between
Alas you can't be within
Unless shrouded in my thoughts..
Bleed
My heart grieves at this new way
To have no say
In what reason demands for the day
That I wait
For that destined by fate
To be my 1 and only
And leave me less lonely...