Fatal memories leave a pungent bloom
Your dirty scent on my t-shirt
Longing for you, thankfully you're too far away

Imagined encounters, vacuous desire
Reality falls short, players playing the game

Desire of a creative mind, a bittersweet curse
Longing for every part of you, but fearing the converse
I dream of your never ending curves, your depths
Never to touch you, expectation is a well-groomed lie