Latent buzz of heat
Inching deep under my skin
Every night, I wake up to
How much I need you
How much I want you
To touch your fingertips with my lips
And sing at the glory of electric nerves
Every night, I wake up to
Musings buried deep inside me
Of how beatific you’d look
Splayed under me, for me
Slightly hazy at the edges
Like a dream made for me
Every night, I wake up to
Sighs and wishes, sinful, to say the least
Of passions that never felt so deep
For anyone else but you
Every night, I wake up to
A sleepless yearning that hollows out
Aching with the loss of what I never had
The right to call you mine
“ sing at the glory of electric nerves “