Cravings

I lay away at night wishing she would crawl in my bed and kiss me slow and deep.
Minutes go by.... tick tock
Hours go by and night falls like a blanket over this side of the world

She does shit that goes on my nerves and bet I crave her. These craving that I think only I feel.
Late in night I can hear her quiet orgasms so soft yet wonderful

Cravings like I haven't had any in months
Which by this point in time is true
The sound of her
The feel of her
She is one of my wonder drugs

But alas I cannot have her and yet she flirts with me often.
I ask, "Why?"
She says,"Because I can and you know you like it"
Dammit she is right and uses it to her advantage
I am left simply looking at old pictures of a decades ago.
And the cravings keep coming back again.

I know that I am a fool for wanting her and needing her. She is so near and yet so damn far away.
Damn these cravings

I want to be touched
I want to be kissed
I want my hands all over her
I want to be her cravings
I want to be the reason for her orgasms

At the moment, I just the guy friend
I am like dust blowing in the wind
Scattered all around never to be seen again.