we didnt exactly met tenderly,
we didnt exactly knew sweetly,
innocently, lovingly, gently,
nope, not at all.

i didnt see him the way i see him before.

wetten my lower lips,
tongue on my side mouth,
warmed up my down,
as i am crossing my legs,
as i try to stop my
dirty thoughts.
when i saw a guy walked through the convenience store with sunglasses on his curly hair,
with his puffy black jacket

but
his eyes closed now,
hair muffled
as his lips pouts.
his part of visible inked arms showed.

and god how i wish he is sleeping safe and sound,
i wish him happiness,
i wish him healthy,
i wish him smile on his face,

i love him this way.
definitely not the way i met nor knew him,

i wish i met him this way, too.