Because…

“When I touch you, I’m touching you because I want to make you happy. When I kiss you, I’m kissing you because you have the most incredible mouth I’ve ever seen and you know I can’t not kiss it. And when I make love to you—I’m doing exactly that. I’m making love to you because I’m in love with you…and for no other reason.” 

― Colleen HooverHopeless

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forbidden

How long must I sit with this-
this longing
this tearing angst
yearning for a forbidden touch-
while you become my Muse
fading slowly from reality
seen only in my mind
loved large in my heart?

Powers unknown
uncontrollable
are pushing lust up against me
driving wild reckless women into my mind
desperate for escape, freedom
satisfaction.

Did you orchestrate this?
I think not
the shock in your eyes apparent
my yearning did surprise!
And I was safe in the dream of you
until I saw desire reflected
in those cool depths.

I ran.
Shocked into reality
alarmed by my abandon
careening from control…

Yet hot in my veins, you remain
inspiring passion and poems
regardless that I cannot have you
in any way
but as my Muse.

 

Tree Child

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