Watching you

I watch you. Wishing I could touch you, taste the sweetness of your lips.
Holding the image of you deep in my mind. I watch you.
I watch you laugh. I watch you cry. I see you grow old.
I watch you die.
Ever wishing that I could touch you. Want to hold you when you cry.
I reach my hand to wipe your tears.
But I can’t. I try to talk but I do not make a sound.
Cannot breath. Can’t think when I’m around you.
So I watch you. And I dream of you.
I whisper to myself pretending I was you.
I watch you laugh. I watch you cry. I see you grow old.
I watch you die.
Never telling you my love. I built a wall between us.
And I can’t break through.
Words won’t come to my lips. Dirty thoughts enter my mind.
Sweet juices flowing,
I can see you. I can hear you. I can smell you.
Almost taste you.
But I sit back and watch. I watch you dream.
I hear your moan. You love me in your dreams.
Hot and naked sweaty burning with passion,
I see you touch yourself, calling out my name.
Then you see me.
We sit and watch, me you, you me.
Wanting to reach out and touch, kiss.
Forget the wall. Slip inside.
Now I feel you.
You touch me. I kiss you.
Oh the passion!!
We’re filled to the brim with it.
Now, I’ve watched you, I’ve smelled you.
I’ve tasted you. I held you inside me.
And I feel you.
I will never just watch again.