Barely admitting truth

Barely admitting truth

I miss you, barely admitting truth
Not brave enough to interpret traits that attract me
Holding the thread, losing, grasping again in labyrinth
What kinda person are you, besides charming French accent
I am lost in you, in kindness , in affection avalanche
The taste of love forgotten aroma wafting in my morning coffee
Lost in your hands, non stopping their caressing downpour
In smile walking on the face, between the lips dried by sun
Obscured by your shadow i tuck myself in eyes of yours
Finding the harbor I been seeking of late
Mind you don't to be my cradle of the sweltering interpretations
Not counting the days spent apart, counting the hours instead
Till we encounter on overpass akin two virgins never played
Probing the skin, trying to discover the missing points
Touching , no learning what trigger the desire steering wheel
Did you uncover that g-spot, while digging in relentless pursuit
What exactly tickling my fancy, the sexuality i maybe not fully aware
I am lost in you ,pervasively attached to your strong male lead
by Margaret Gudkov