‘IMPURE THOUGHTS'
My eyes shall never lie upon your sweet adoring face, and my hand will never caress the length of your body nor discover the taunt skin of your awaiting chest.
Through out this unmerciful night, I shall breathe a little harder, with only the thought of you lying next to me. My pulse quickening. I become excited as the thoughts of you blaze rampantly through my body.
I will suffer from this agony, because of the freedom I have found in your word’s embrace. You alone will stand out in my anguished, lonely memory. I have been rescued, from all the intensity you’ve lavished upon me.
You… yes, you are my Champion. My warrior poet of the heaven’s. No mortal man could take your place, in that spot of my tortured soul that you have claimed as your own.
I shall walk into this languishing night, searching for you. For I feel your presence in the darkness calling my name; surrounding my longing heart.
And I will writhe in pain. My body and mind in turmoil, for the man I desire but may never have.
