MW (September 14 / Dallas)

She

Her beauty is in her eyes
my lust within her thighs
and i just want to mold her
against my body-holder
as i gaze upon her lips
I envy whom she may kiss

She makes me sin against my will
like a quick addictive pill
I keep wanting more and more
and my heart-it becomes sore
for I am not with her
may I yell at these walls in front of me?
ask them 'why are we not meant to be'?

May i caress her flowing hair
may i kiss-No! I would not dare
she belongs to another
but i watch as i suffer
maybe someday Ill hold her little hand
and live away in a fairy land.

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