Greed

Fantasies of the future dance in my mind what could be, linger on my tongue too long will it start to leave a bad taste happiness and wanting more, war with each other greed makes me feel dirty, and dissatisfaction makes me feel like a bad guy One touch, I say just one touch but I wouldn't be content still the meeting of lips and my heart races even that would leave me wanting more To hold you, peacefully quietly in my arms, without the pretence of you leaving me then would it be enough?