I want you to touch me
Touch me.
Look at me and want me
You look at me with the same desire I feel from my pounding chest.
You stand tall and brush up against me. You hand lands on my side, next to me waist, then lowers down to my buttons. You s and I jump.
But all of this is only in my head. You tell me we can't may love.
We can only be friends. There is notthing more rejecting then you rejecting me.