Skin

His mind
It wraps around my body
Like his hands are tempted to touch
They curve my figure as his eyes
Lick my lips that he loves so much
He searches for my innocence
At hand to take
He breathes, cold residual breath
Makes me shake
He strips me naked, and reflects my image
Running laps in my warm, welcoming lake
He sees me, no other than the form in which I lie
While he sleeps, I lay and leave my eyes to cry
Because what I feel for him, he will never know
And he will never understand why I stooped so low
To feel close to his love then I ever been
And I would do it twice, three times, and again
To feel his breath lingering on my skin
To feel his arms embrace me when....
I need him the most, but he is just my friend
But I pray for the night to never end
And if you ask me I would do it all over again
Morning awakens, yellow sun brimming my eyes
He pulls up his jeans and still I lie
Under covers, hoping he would come to notice
The love we made gained love to know this
However, even if years come to pass
He still wouldn't understand why I wrote this
He slips on his shirt, slides in his shoes
He's off to explore new waters, and I'm old news
And I lie there, clutching the covers that his body heated
Last night still residual on these sheets and
To ask me, I would do it twice, three times, and over again
To feel close to his love then I ever been
Last night still residual, marinated in my skin
I bathe in transgression, though I'm not washing my sin...
The love we made, gained love to know this
Years come to pass
And he still doesn't know why I wrote this...