My eyes follow, watching the places my breath craves,
hungers to brush as it whispers from my lips.
I take you home in my dreams,
caressing your skin, laughing at our need.
yet I stand across a crowded room and love,
doesn’t know my name.
- s.j.duncan –
Oh, my God, yes! So *totally* what I was thinking when I wrote the prompt. The yearning is palpable here. Thank you!