if you want it, come get it..

the things i think of you
are the kind of things you cant share
the things that you tell no one
not even the person you tell when you "tell no one"
not even them
because the things i think of you are carnal
the things i think of you are luscious and lascivious
and completely appropriate
i should not think these things about you
and me.
thats the part
the you
and me.
and me...
thats the thing about them
the thing that makes the so untellable
so untold
because i scarcely allow myself to think them
myself to think them all the way through
i dont
i dont, but i want to.
and why, why stop your thoughts
who's gonna find out
when im driving alone in my car
who is going to know about the things im thinking about
the things, that if you did to me, with me that would..
but it stops.
i dont want it to stop.
i dont.
i want it to keep, keep keep, going
going to a place where i cant even write about it...almost
i still want to write it
but i Want to go there
in my mind
with you
and me.
i want that.
i want it with both.
or rather, all three?
plus one more, the self, and four.