oh, you beautiful women.
touchable, yet untouchable.
you don't know
how i spend my nights
thinking about you.
you lean in close
making small talk.
i swear the most inane banter
is like poetry to my eager ears.
our knees touch
and startled,
i move away.
but - why do you do it?
you move closer
and our patellas kiss.
and that alone is enough
to send me into a frenzy.
pretty girl, please
just sit back and
let me clear my head, because
i don't think
you want to know
how much i want you.
