FAMISHED

|12•17•2019|

He's a potion that is so addicting,
A drug that I can't stop myself from wanting.
He's the air that I can't stop inhaling,
He's the light that brightens up my gloaming.

His eyes, like the dark sky, is so beautiful,
I can't look directly into his soul.
The feeling I feel for him, I'm not sure,
But it sure leaves me famished, wanting more.

His skin against mine's perfect, I'm needing
His all that left me hopelessly longing
For his embrace whenever I'm crying,
But alas, that was just me daydreaming.

I know I can never have such a sight,
A perfect mixture of both black and white.
Flawless beauty more than a majesty,
You possess such grace making you dreamy.