Always waiting for you.
Wondering when, if I could do
something more to make it end,
hope hurled and dashed
only to begin again.

If I had been smarter,
choosing from a better place,
picking instead of begging
waiting before taking,
would this even exist?

Infatuated again.
hopelessly falling for
Inappropriate Man –
who seems to have everything,
pulling me to his music.

My lips are full of longing
ripe and red from biting
a sigh escapes,
each moment impatiently waits
for your burning kiss.