I can’t help but steal glances and admire his face.

His features make me yearn for him,

What I see of him I lust for.

His eyes,

So dark in their appearance,

See only the most beautiful.

They have no sight for me.

I have one of my own.

And this one that I want so badly,

I will never have.

Limbs tangle together.

Lips touching.

Hands petting.

Sweat glistening off our bodies as they rock together.

A teenaged girl sits at her desk and pathetically writes of one she wants,

Too scared to try and have him.

The dreams go on,

Long after the day has fled,

Taking with it the boy she so desperately craves.