Goa

If Goa is a seductress...

Then holding your hand exploring it 

Would be worth it...

If our eyes could meet

Our hands linger...

Then I would rather get infected...

What we have is so precious.

I might be a tad possessive 

The stolen glances, butterflies in the stomach.

Watching you every day...

Through a screen

Anticipating and wishing what will happen.

The thoughts have become so painful.

So obsessive that comprehending it

Has put a smile on my face.