my naughty thought

sometimes i think of you,
sometimes more that others,
your wild eyed looks,
and kind words grow along,
my lips, till tasting faintly,
what it might be to be you,

to have my methods waiting,
on your scarlet movements,
my mind resting in your sweetness,
one day, you became,
more than a name,
that i put my mouth to,

left alone

they are drawn,
under it's covers so warm,
with mine to the pillow,
and drifting along,
away from anywhere,
i'm gone,