Last touch

If demons had wings they'd find they're way to her heart, It's a blasphemous affair She's white linen fabric and I,a pitiable being Our differences make us beautiful creatures These are the forbidden thoughts I have of her... Her father has purchased crutches for the man who is to champion her chambers, I care less, at this point I died when she grabbed my breath only to give it to me after she exited the room, Lately my sheets wake up to a fragrance of hope, A taste perhaps.... It's like she visited tonight And I tasted her in my dreams... This is beyond sorcery,complete addiction She's nicotine and tar, Gin and olives... The thought of her has me stumbling to the memory of our first date, As I looked in her eyes and she conversed of her deepest insecurities... Ice cream dates are great but on this one I left the kiosk with a melted heart. At this point i can't listen to advise....there's no reasoning with a man feeling love And when we last touched I licked my fingers This level of lust is disgusting!