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
Copyright © Steve Harris | Year Posted 2014
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