Justin - Poem

What do lovers say when they're not lovers?

Or when it is all but said?

What is there for me to do or say to make my feelings known?

How can I convey the feeling I get when you look at me?

That pleasant rolling in my stomach when you touch me?

Or how much I long to kiss you, not only your lips but your cheeks,

the corners of your eyes and the place behind your ears,

and the tops of your shoulders down to the hollow of your elbows and the tips of your fingers across the broad expanse of your back and turning you over

so that I might linger for a moment at your chest,

delighting in your smooth skin as I kiss down your stomach and the sides of your hips

asking you with a grin on my face to roll over again so that I might lavish your small behind

with the same attentions,

then it would be down to the backs and insides of your thies,

lifting your legs so that I can layer kisses over every inch, even the tops and bottoms of your feet.

Such silly little notes scribbled like this in an ardent haste and longing so sharp it is nearly a need made real and alive in my flesh for you, for your nearness.

Forgive these simple undecorated words,

they are all I have and they fail to capture the fullness of my feelings,

to truly express my admiration and desire for you.

And even though they are not worth, just like myself they are your's for the taking.