Privation

Yearning your hands running through my body, Exploring the map as its given to you. Our destination is clear But your intentions are a blur. Frigid night that withholds the affability of your embrace, While I sit under the dark skies awaiting consideration. I look from side to side attempting to locate the inner you But in the process I encounter my biggest mistake. To look for something that is not in existence anymore; Running through a maze with paths that lead to nowhere. Idiotic of me to believe this was real; Seeing through a mirage with aspiration as my weapon.