By Marcus J. King
Leaving so soon without a touch
of what could be missing or what could have been.
Feelings deep inside,
I want it all to adore and cherish,
with a longing and a need
to crave your touch,
To taste your juices and swim away from my sanity.
A longing, to forever, be treated with such conviction and desire,
as you understood me like no other.
Our paths are separated, distant, and tangled
without much in between,
You go left, I go right but we both going up to new directions.
Maybe one day, I’ll get,
my feeling, my need, and my longing.
Until then, hershey kisses.