I love it when you touch me there with those eyes of yours. Looking me over in class as your trying to talk to us.I fantasize about us together, but not right away, first we grab a cup of coffee, then we discuss the world and all it's beauty. You listen intently to my poems as they roll off my tongue. We share the notes that we've secretly taken on each other. I let you know how and what I think about you as we move closer together. Our bodies are touching now, we've already won each other over. It's just a matter of time before we're leaving the shop. Our minds seem to be drifting together, with our bodies not far behind. It's not like that with us though, sex isn't the object of desire. Secrets are none between us, we share everything. I take your hand in mine and lead you outside, somehow we find ourselves inside my car headed to your place. We're there, sitting in the driveway, just looking into the eyes of the other. We're not shy or embarassed. Inside your room we have come. The feeling of your skin against mine has become a need, a guilty pleasure. We fit into each other perfectly. The sheets are our only protection from the world that we once knew. We are lovers, such a beautiful title. It fits us well.