Eric

They say don't look back but I still can't shake the grasp your gaze had on me, and I can't forget our late night conversations because my mind wont let me. This is not a romantic poem. This is a confession of lust; how I want you wrapped around me. I want to  hear every moan; feel every thrust. You've been burning a hole into my chest since the last time I saw you. As much as I'd like to forget, I still want you. You're everywhere.