stolen moments // a poem

I love the way you whispered
how I'm driving you crazy.
I love the force behind your kiss,
when you sensed I was nervous.
I love the desire I saw you had,
the way your fingertips traces my skin,
and I love how close you held me,
how natural we fit in.
I love these stolen moment,
and I love how they made me feel,
but I do not,
can not,
love who they were shared with.