The sex is at an end

But it is hard not to feel

The familiar stirring within

When I talk with you

When I see you

As just a friend

It is hard not to think of when:

My lips kissed yours

With passion

Instead of chaste welcome

It is hard not to feel,

When we shake hands,

Our bodies naked

Hard to forget your' every inch,

Your smell and taste

How exciting it was then

Hard to imagine

Right now

Just being a friend

By

Calder Wolfe