Poetry

Mystery man, where are you
History man, when were you
Frankly it flatters me
When you say those little things that matter to me
I must say I love your originality
 
I feel as I`m falling
At points I`m crawling
For more of you
For more of us
I might die without this love dust
 
Secret fantasies roam in my head
Touching, Roaming fingers in bed
You are what I trust
So talking to you is a must
 
At this point I am weak
I break down, I don`t sleep
You continue to tease me
I can`t help but want you to please me
 
I have this pain that won`t leave
Tears of joy from you help to ease
Don`t leave me ever
I want this moment to last forever
 
MYstery man will you be mine
History man I need you
Mystery man where are you
History man When were you