Nostalgic Love

I might love you, in the most lustful of ways,
as your eyes shift toward mine
my stomach quivers
and I can think of nothing but your legs
and how they wrap around me,
tighter,
with each kiss.
I may adore you,
when our faces touch
 and your eyes go narrow with the glow of wondrous youth,
as I bask in you-
softly awakening a sense I have tried to forget...
I may love you,
early in form but substance in longevity,
something I never wanted again yet cannot live without,
and you in this undually match
crept nostalgia upon me
and I wept bitter, wholesome tears
screaming, avoiding love
 in each drop.