Stuck in my seat daydreaming, scheming on how to get you out of your clothes. No prose or spoken words will roll you on top of me, but honestly, I'll begin with honesty. Between you and me, you can read me word for word, my thoughts unheard until you touch me, and like binary, can read me like rhymes written with raised letters, feel the feathers in my gut when your lips touch my lips, hips pressed against mine, my mind only focused on my fingers in your hair, the glare from soothing eyes, the sigh behind the voice that sings songs Ill never hear, so near to my heart that it melts like chocolate on your tongue, I'm coming undone...im back where I began, an empty hand where your head should rest, the best of me inside of you, but whats true is this is still a dream.