THE GAME

Dancing around

In circles

Like a moth to a flame

I find myself

Entranced by you

Fighting urges

To grab a hold

Of the mystery

You possess

As I long for

The gift of

Time



Your dark eyes

Pierce into my soul

Enveloping me

Instinctively

Knowing

What it is

I desire

Need

Feel

Lust


 

I cry out

Looking for release

In this old torn notebook

Where the words

I cannot say

Find shelter

Pages drenched

With passion

And hunger

The sexual fury

That awaits you



Pen to paper

Does little

To ease this tension

As I question

In my mind

Your

Words

Expression

Meaning

Reaction

Feeding off your desire

Yet

Painfully

Harboring my own