Wishful Thinking

you’re so quiet.

your smiles are spare

your laughter rare.

i watch

your throat contracting as you swallow.

your hands are strong

your lips are plump

perfect for biting.

i stare at the back of your neck

where your haircut ends

and your skin begins

and all i can think of

is skimming over it

with sharp teeth

and feel you wince

and hear you breathe

but none of that happens.

we stay apart

and smile at each other

polite and distant

did you want to hold my hand?

maybe i just imagined it

but at that moment

i really wanted you to kiss me.

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