The Shirt

I think about the wonder of your skin
where the shirt resides
and gently rubs against you
The sensual neck it rubs against
and I am envious of its place
for I have longed for months to be there
breathing in your scent
kissing you softly
listening to your gentle moans of ecstacy
as I let my tongue softly lick you
over and over
and I continue to kiss you there
allowing you to see
the intense desire and passion
that you strongly doubt exists
but it is truth and passion,
both of which you know are there

That shirt does so much of what I wish to do
protect you, cover you and shelter you.
It warms you, and wraps itself around you.
I want to wrap myself around you and love you
so very, very, very much
You make me smile just by existing
you make me warm just by smiling
your beauty is intoxicating
breath taking
Yes, you are all I have lacked in my life
and I would give anything to have you now
Your charm and tenderness are so wonderful
You make me as high as some drug
they push on the streets
but you're legal,
just not in my case
because your heart belongs to another
and you don't believe its love anyway
but your shirt
I can imagine as myself
Lucky me...