it’s hard to not touch.
I lock my fingers around the mug and I sip my hot drink.
I try to shake off your scent, so inviting.
As I watch your mouth speak your thoughts I can’t stop wanting to touch your lips.
I let myself wander down to the nape of your neck.
Where i want to slide my fingers into your hair and hold you as I kiss you hard.
But my hands hold onto the mug,
I take another sip.
Biding my time.
Wanting to touch.