Spent Together~

A thousand poems I
could write,
All about how he looks
as he sits there,
Looking the way he does
just like that,
Each word forming a
story,
Making me hungry for
his distraction,
I imagine being torn to
pieces by him,
Adding my marks to
paper,
Every letter is a tight fit
like I am to him,
My ink soaks into the
parchment,
My poem wrapped around
him beautifully