Lately I've had this craving,
for something I've not tasted in a long while.
My better judgement yearns against the urges.
But like the sea they Push, and Pull...
I've been told that I'm wanted, but I do not feel so.
I've been told that I'm a personal fantasy, but those are just words...
How can I see what you see? You give me no detail.
At times when alone, I feel myself aching for the sound of a *sigh*
The vibration of a thigh.
The tingling you get that makes toes curl and bad karma flee.
...
But as in all things I crave, I cannot know if it's good or not.
I flee from past mistakes, but do not confuse the notion.
You are tempting...
But you are dangerous.
And while danger may be fun.
I'm no longer a boy, as you've no doubt noticed.
Keep me in your thoughts.
Look me in the eye next we meet, and see what you find.
Who knows, it may just drive you mad.
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