Nowhere Here

If there's a private distance between us,
dear lady...
your breast is beauty to behold.
Though in an instance,
as if day and night shaped...
an existence between us.
Perhaps, you think of me often?
As I greed over that thought,
of your bossom.
I'd ask, what path have I been on...
in the hopes of encounter.
Each and every time we've met, on terms like these.