At the most inappropriate times I think of you
Dressed only in a smile
Fingerprints etched on my windowpane
I wait
With bated breath I sit
To feel you
I thirst for your touch
Mounting
Embracing
Head hung low in shame
Breathing jagged
Lost in frustration
Idle hands
Trying to remain neutral
Loss of control is evident
Peace I should be so lucky
When the image so clear
has me thinking
thinking of you at the most inappropriate times!
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