It's 12:32. And you are still stuck in my head. Softness words can't describe. My fingertips restless reckless to the idea of you. Sweetness to my brain. Candy my subconscious cannot resist. Vanilla mocha. Got me lost. Carried away to some kind of dream. Wandering deep to hold you. Deeper to the forever my mind crave. My lips become heaven like my pen. Poetry is a mistress but it becomes a marriage to every line you read. 12:32 and hours don't exist when I think about you. 12:32 and I'm oblivious to everything except you. Sweetness that molasses not breathe. I just want you and missing you proves I must be the only last thought linger to you every night.