Patiently waiting for a glimpse,
were on the cusp of a puddle and a tidal wave,
not knowing but surely feeling enough,
the true cause of claims of telepathy,
our incoherent blabber just for the sake of interaction,
playful flirting shielding carnal desires,
Daydreams of the future,
of what could be,
our heart's caged passions peering through bars we call eyes,
not burdened by premature commitment,
not knowing, but feeling enough,
feeling every moment,
could it ever be sweet as this forever?