Prospect

noun; the possibility or likelihood of some future event occurring.

Still linger from a distance,

Giving just enough to remind me,

But nothing to make me loose my breath 

Nothing compares to what you do to me, 

How I lust for the idea of you, 

Of you all over me, 

Like warm honey 

Slowly dripping down every part of me,

Until I’m soaked through

Your uneven smile,

Painted my vision red 

Blurring the lines between fantasy and reality, 

Of you that lay in my head 

Grip tight, you steady me now

Holding on for dear life,

As the fire builds 

To burn this house down 

The things I would do to you,

Have yet to be determined 

But it’s your fault,

That everything I do,

Reminds me of you