I am not tanked
however
I may get
before long
you frequent me
everywhere
those tresses
to your shoulders
brilliant seeking eyes
overflowed to tears
your full cheeks
also, shapely lips
your endeavors
to bolt hard
your eyes in mine
is as yet scratched in my memory
you give all hints
of a lady in distress
missing her man so hard
that it hurts
I can see obvious agony
furthermore, my heart ricochets out
taking a gander at your hopeless shape
I long to conceal you
in a grasp
comfort you hard
by my chest
tapping each inch of you
goodness! sweetheart of me
you don't need me to stop
at that
you require kisses
that seal your destiny
whispering to me
constantly
'why I was late?'
Your words are broken
in wails and hiccups
your tears waterway down
inside your lips
your chest
hurls in declaration
of your profound connection
you appear to quiet
as my arms
fix around
however shudders
are recumbent
you are shook from establishment
furthermore, you shake me similarly
that is the reason
you are that flawless phantom
who warms me
constantly!