Heated
The rising of the sun reminds me of you.
Like a hot chocolate, I can’t resist you.
I pray for better days and a chance to hold you; to caress your body and make sweet love to you.
My days are lonely and my nights are cold: there’s no one to talk to or anyone to cuddle.
The memory of yesterday keeps me glued to you.
Like bread and butter: I long to eat you.
I wish to see you and express myself: to kiss you passionately and tell you I miss you.