By it dosent matter
Date: 2002 Nov 30
Comment on this Work
[[2002.11.30.16.14.340]]

of needs

i am sorry
the horror that i feel
within your presence
for my dreams
that my mind is elsewhere
when we talk
dwelling on your dulcet tones
and to my eternal disgust
hearing instead how you might sound
deep in the night
when without words
you make your pleasure felt
without my will
powerless to resist
my eyes hunger your curves
eating away beyond thought
i am sorry
for i would not have this so
nor would i have this need
felt in every aching joint
my fingers cry
for a simple touch
pon this heaven of your skin
and that alone my greatest fear
for a simple touch would not be enough
to still these tears my flesh does bleed
again would i not have this so
i am sorry for this
myself
my need