the feeling one has...when they can't have what they want.

Lounging lazily in the lap of my lovely desire, I think of thee.
Are ye in the midst of making mad mixes while muzing on thoughts of me?
Are ye missing me with a fever..like a crazy lyric that needs a singer to bring it to life?

Sometymes I yearn for thee.

In the pit of my stomach silky stanzas form themelves like thieves who stalk their victims gleefully.
Words wander wonderfully when you come near me.

Sometymes I yearn for thee.

I know that you are not to be with me and it's okay.
Yet, I yearn for thee tantalizing touch to tease me again.
Yet, I want more to be the delicate devotion you deliciously dine on.

Can't we dance until dawn kisses our face with moistness in the morning?

Babe, I yearn for thee like baby who needs a fix of milk.
Your love used to feed my soul.
I starve for your touch, your energy, your everything.

Fantasizing on thoughts of thee, you seem to be fabulously feeding me and I'm feasting on thee.

I need you like no other.
I'd starve before I let another one
use my energy and light as his cuisine.

Sometymes, I yearn for thee.

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August 2003
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