Breeze

Stone cold,
quite petrified to leave you.
There is a natural pull,
it strings me to you.

The breeze,
embraces me,
louring me to the
space that exists
without you.

Your musk,
it makes me crave,
Let me curl into
you.

Those eyes of yours,
they paint me as cute.
Why won't the ill
wash over you now?
Please wash away.

It's there though,
it dances between us.
I can't help but grin,
as it gleams.


Lusting your lips,
Let me steal a bit of you.


I'm with the breeze now.
miss you already..