incomplete thought

i think that i
want love this and that
memory and thought
of
i think i love and crave this
and that
sound
of
i think i sense the fragrance
of
i still crave, desire tasting
those the lips of
as they speak even
i still strongly desire
to know the sensation of
of how it would feel to be
inside
of
and my heart is still
wanting beating feeling
desiring longing
to see the face
of
and yeah, readers may think it's dumb
that i write this like this
but who gives
a