Muse (20)
Sitting beside you, thoughts run through my head
What it would be like lying next to you in bed
Strong urges telling me to go ahead
But I use all my strength to make my limbs like lead
Because the thought of losing your friendship, creates dread
So I close my eyes and see red.
I open my eyes to see your red lips parted
Sitting beside me, at ease, my torture, painful rest
I look and we talk but I notice the swell
The fullness of your tightly covered breasts
Thoughts again arise to touch, hold, squeeze caress
Causing my heart to beat wildly in my chest
I am short of breath, but you cannot tell
As I sit beside you.
