Trouble with a capital T

she's so close to me, on purpose, and all the time, and glances become touch and we're a look or two or touch or bump away from pushing it further til we fall asleep together in our own sweat ... but that could just be loneliness setting in on both of us ... there's nothing wrong with just taking comfort in the company of another ... but maybe better to have the fantasy than the actual taste ... imagination has it's advantages ... though it's tough, I'm trying not to get caught up in the moment ... but then I'm also hopin' that the moment might catch me ...