Muse (20)

Sitting beside you, thoughts run through my head

What it would be like lying next to you in bed

Strong urges telling me to go ahead

But I use all my strength to make my limbs like lead

Because the thought of losing your friendship, creates dread

So I close my eyes and see red.

I open my eyes to see your red lips parted

Sitting beside me, at ease, my torture, painful rest

I look and we talk but I notice the swell

The fullness of your tightly covered breasts

Thoughts again arise to touch, hold, squeeze caress

Causing my heart to beat wildly in my chest

I am short of breath, but you cannot tell

As I sit beside you.