Of All I Can Never Have

touch me when I cry out,
feel as I thrust my hips,
think of your name,
and cascade again
to the fantasy of you.
you're farther than far away,
zero to this day. the dream
was more real than you
tasting my honey cream.
I sit here whining, writing,
while you slay desires,
a knight of shining sometimes,
you give me no spare glance.
In fact, you resent me.
Hate that I intrigue you, tempt you.
It's turns me on all the more,
to play, is to know one intimately.
Inside me, the neediness grows,
an ocean of potential energy,
waiting to soak you,
I know you.
I can see how enamored you will be,
watching my hips, as I walk by,
my hair flowing over bare shoulders,
pheromones coating you
in a haze of lust.
I could have you, my fool,
use you as I please.
I know you won't forget me.