Controlled Space

Floating sounds in perfect pitch Your words, they make me lust. Secret thoughts I often conjure, I try to calm my greed. I want to taste your ecstasy And hold it on my tongue. Your presence is engulfing me, My body is going numb. But in a room of plenty, I imagine we’re alone. No distractions to disturb you, Just our bodies intertwined. But in the sad reality, You stand with manly grit. I watch you in your controlled space, And we listen to you teach. But when our hour is over, And I’m forced to part ways. I do not stop to wallow, Because tomorrow awaits.