Desire

I had a dream last night. I drempt that the images you desired, thought about, lust for, was what I could never be. The infatuation in the lack of love, and the thought of you pleasing yourself at the sight of a woman whom I will never be. I watched you as your puples dilated, and your heart rate increased. As i watched the lust in your eyes, and the thrill in your heart, I felt the tears fill my eyes, and the break in my heart, as you watched your desires, I felt mine falling apart. our desires seem much different as im searching your eyes, for any form of guilt, or betrayal hiding inside. what i was looking for, was not seen, as you focus deep on whats happening on the screen. Their bodies with smooth curves, breasts much more supple then mine, flawless expectations is what you desire inside. as your needs are near met. mine just begin,  just wishing youd touch me, the way your eyes had just been. what you dont know is how much i desire your touch, not only the way you want to too the women you see, but my heart and my soul want to feel what they just seen. but it hasn't be a thought that has crossed your mind, looking in hindsight thats not your desire inside, for i am not them, and your not fully mine