Ungratefulness

I'm all yours,
all my head,
all my back,
all my hands,
I'm all yours,
though you aren't mine,
not entirely mine
at least.
Always seeking you,
looking for your
poisoned kisses that,
sooner or later,
are gonna hit me.
I'd like to catch you
in every single sound,
in every single silence,
in every single moment that I can feel you.
But only sometimes,
only sometimes,
I can have your presence.
Only moments that looks like an eternity,
but no more than minutes,
even seconds.
Sometimes I can listen to you,
running through my fingers,
crossing my ears.
When you touch me,
you're able to make me feel great,
so fucking great,
and I become so insane,
that I can't put all those feelings
into words,
but into music.
And after that,
I'll be looking forward to seeing you
over and over again,
even knowing that you're an
ungrateful maiden.