If it is to last.

Here,

A feeling, anew
While I am so fresh, so new-
Only my restless shuffling and warm hands could hint my thoughts, if I were so near to you.
Should you know? I then, worship your wholeness.
In every submission, I as well would own you.
Through my lips, a libation of your waist.
As sweet as I desperately dreamed.
Dared I, to graze your skin, a milk glass was my interpretation.
If you did happen to read this- I write this
For I dread you knowing my love.