can't and won't...

i want to taste what your lips are like
at 3am, and i want to run my finger
across each vein along your hand.
i want to know just how your hair looks
when you wake up, and i want to see
the moon's reflection shining in
your eyes. i want to learn the shape 
of each birthmark dotted along your
back; and i want to hear your laughter,
both silly and hysterical. but most
of all, i want to know what it
would feel like to wake up to
the light, in your eyes.

but i can't, and i won't; nor
will i ever have the pleasure of
such a privilege.