Crazy is me

Crazy
is a word invented for me
about you.

a casual word
a simple phrase
thrown in with your talks about her;
have me reeling
with lust,
imagining your lips
working wonders on mine
while your fingers
pull on the tangled hair
while our bodies meet
and my thoughts are blurred
with nothing.
and as our eyes close-
enjoying the near perfection
and you cup my face in your palm
hypnotizing me with your smell
i forget-
everything.

everything that includes your talks about her.

oh! how you do this to me
i would never know.
            if lust is a person-
            baby, that would be you.