I want to reach you.
To fall into you
And collapse in fevered cries.
Revel in
The sight of you.
But I will never beg
Your hands
Touch me.
I will never beg your lips meet mine
Or you arms surround me.
Dreams will have to do.
I will not.
I will not.
I will dream.
Chole Into Diamonds 
Wow you are an amazing poet – I love this
That is very kind of you to say. Thank you very much. I am glad you like it 🙂
You’re welcome