Oh, how I long
to take you into my arms,
and slip you on
like a familiar garment.

Oh, how I ache
to part your lips
with mine own,
and taste your sweetness.

Oh, how I’d love nothing more
than to spend my nights,
tangled in you,
wrapped in your warmth.

Oh, would I if I could
were I not plagued with this malaise
that leaves me tossing and turning
and tears us apart

Oh sleep,
my old, elusive friend
what I wouldn’t give to submit
to your touch.