Enamored

Or NRE

This is the second time in three days I'm on a bus, grinning like an idiot and thinking of you.
Thinking of how soft your lips would be
Thinking of the tiny gasps you would make when I bit your throat
Thinking of how you're all soft places and curves and gives and how have you survived the world chewing you up and spitting you out with all that soft intact?
The color of the sky just after the sun sets below the horizon reminds me of the feeling in the pit of my stomach when you smiled at me.
The rumbling of the road keeps me company while I try to conjure your voice in my ears
Your hands on my skin
Thinking of you.