My thoughts wont set me free
they continue to strangle me
as I walk I cry for thee
my tears stab me as I plead
I must stop this and count to three
please just leave me be
The thought is of him kissing my neck
he see’s if I feel, as if he had to check
kisses deeply not a peck
hardly leaves a speck
doesn’t stop for even a sec
These thoughts haunt me to my core
constantly leaving me wanting more
anticipating what he has in store
will our passions soar?
Will he lock the door?
Will he ravage me on the floor?
These thoughts I can’t escape
I have to pinch myself to see if I’m awake
my spirit does shake
As I dream of his shape
and what is under his cape
and how it feels to kiss his nape
Why does passion have to burn?
perhaps resistance is something I must learn
maybe his love I must earn
and he will always give it in return
or will I continue to yearn
for this man who causes the pain that makes me burn
My mind is full still
out of my pen only does my heart spill
this aching will not be cured by any pill
however it does make me feel ill
I must simply rely on my will
and my writing skill
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