The Touch

Awakened each morning with moist desire, Need grows as days pass Saddened that my present does not satisfy, Self-loathing wrenches the heart Forms desired appear at each glance, passing then replaced Each bring the promise of release I cannot, yet I must Vivid fantasy sends heart racing, Moisture flows with yearning denied Desire fills waking moments, Explored in slumber's dream Chance meeting brings new hope, Drifting ever closer to the inevitable I cannot, yet I must Then the touch, Flesh shudders, The ache is unbearable Lunging toward fulfillment, Grasping at the moment, then retreating, Unable to violate my vow Break trust to have that which I desire? Cling to one while longing for another? I cannot, yet I must Need consumes, The promise waits no longer Regret is for another day