Some days I feel you watching me,
Through the crack of my door,
Is it just my heart's plea?
Or is it something more?

Some days I hear your voice
It fills me full of joy,
I do not think it is by choice,
You really are my favorite boy.

Some days I smell your scent;
A very unique smell,
I think it matches your accent,
With which you have cast a spell.

Some days I see your face,
It has grown on me over time.
It is you I want to embrace,
All I want is make you mine.

One day I wish to taste your lips
A taste which for I have yearn,
For it I would do flips,
For which I burn.