With sips of tea, you’re there,
The moment we shared feels sweet.
The time spent with lips against lips,
Now it feels faded.
As time and obligation build walls around you,
The longing for you feels like a distant shore.
In moments when your presence is absent,
In solitude, these eyes always seek and yearn.
The thirst of youth, perhaps,
This timid and intoxicated heart seeks solace.
At home, I turn right then left,
I turn in bed, but my mind replays your story.
In the midnight, I imagine you, embracing my phone,
I check online, offline, searching for a glimpse of you.
In sleepless nights, lost in thoughts,
My mind longs for the ultimate pleasure of your touch.