MIDNIGHT CRAVE

As the clock strike twelve ,

My today’s agenda become the past,

As I lay across my bed, my infatuated thought,

Of you catapult across my head.

I wonder if she craves for me like I do her?

are is this just another one-sided attraction…?

here love be the metal to my hearts magnet…

phone ring, lost for words, mind aroused by ya soft elegant voice

I crave for you … I crave for you…. Even more.

When it’s just me myself in I and my four corner room,

In the darkness I can only paint images of you…

Faithful by choice not by pressure.. I huge

My pillow as the crave get better… I doze to sleep.

Only to a more physical touch in my dream….

I crave for you.. I crave for you…