Dumbfounded

So you see,

Each time you talk,

Each time we walk,

I do try to lightly touch yours,

As you always brush my hands away. . .

As you always make me drool inside. . .

When you lick those lips habitually,

When you keep your hair upon my sides.

Tell me what do i have to do,

Tell me when do I stop salivating,

When will I at least to hold your hand,

When will you understand this sick puppy dog,

would love to be your lackey. . .

on all fours,

Only you can make me stand.