Calling out to him

You smell sweet

like something i want to touch

I see you, they don't

but you don't understand that.

I wish you did

you are warm and rosy in my thoughts

i will be very honest here,

you turn me on.

I want you

No, need you

But

having you,

impossible.

As I call out to you

you can't hear.

Only my keyboard can.

And it doesn't want to.

This poem is about: 
Me

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