Eyes pierce; seducing my stares of aimed lust,
A tender voice allures my attentions
I cannot ignore its passionate tales
that unwillingly ensnare my senses.
Cross paths; multitudinous occasions
I, like you, cannot touch but only look,
my mindless body and fading soul yearns
for you and your delicate caresses,
that mistakenly brushed my skin before.
The aching minds are alike; intertwined
forced behind the bars of unjust reason.
Deserted hall, fumble for the key hole,
blinded in the darkness, I take your hand
and it unlocks.
- Anna Elizabeth Rose -
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