Sometimes I have this burning lust, for someone I don't even know. I want to feel them touch my skin, hug me, and love me. 

Just like a friend. Not like a lover.

For a lover leaves, a friend stays over.

A friend says, “hey, let’s talk it over”

a friend makes me laugh

laugh away my sorrows,

a lover wont.

The lover will love me,

but only for my body,

and that is not at all what

I am searching.