She admires him from afar.
His radiant skin absorbs
Her lust and her complete focus.
His laugh is the gasoline
That sets her womanhood ablaze.
She desires her full lips
Against his seductive skin.

Her lust filled focus is yanked
Back to the true future she face.

His heart was not hers to nurture,
Yet his heart was hers to reject.
That silky skin was spoken for;
That laugh ignites another’s heart,
Yet tortures hers sub equally.
The war to fight her morals
Wages untold ruin inside.
Should she allow lust to stimulate her,
Or respect her friend’s family future?