Yearning and Obsession

How I shiver in endless longing

For the pleasing passions of the night.

I linger here, deep within the confines

Of the twisted rulings of my battered mind.

I see him there almost fleetingly,

My wanting overwhelmed,

Oh how naive I should be to be taken

By this insidious infatuation!

Yet still within me it stirs

Like a demon alighting

Upon the fevered pitch of my soul.

I dream to taste his essence upon my lips

To have him trace the fine arc of my breast

I want him within me, writhing,

Like my body possessed

By that sweet faceless phantom.

How intrusive this occurrence is…

This limerence entangled within my heart.

If only he could take my surrendering being,

And lead me to that field of lost innocence

Where I’d wander in my empurpled form

As he batters upon this untouched shore.

How I wish my ragged fantasies

Would take me farther than I desire…

Though I’d give my straying self to him,

My soul concludes that it will never be.