When I Think- K.N. Lee

When I Think

K.N. Lee

When I think

I think too much

Your eyes

Your lips

Your scent

Your touch

I thirst for more

I yearn

It burns

This effervescence 

Your smile

Its curves

Sweet sounds of melody

Slip from your lips and smother me

Cool gazes linger

Of blues and green

My heart is captured 

Your heart is free