Wanting
Oh yes, I want you
haunted by you.
A burning, yearning
emotions churning
wanting of you.
You own my mind
I am resigned
to a pre-designed
wanting of you.
It was woven in
fiber of my being.
Only myself seeing
The wanting of you.
I'd be a willing captive
chained in your charms
filling long-empty arms
with the wanting of you.
The obsession remains
it is undone even yet.
I can't hope to forget
the wanting of you.
Yes, I am taken still
a clone of my soul
a love I would bestow
with passion to show
for the wanting of you.
Copyright © Paul Schneiter | Year Posted 2015
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