I want to be with her
her hair falls in her eyes
her lips are so inviting
her heart is warmer than life

But I have to be with him
his eyes are warm and friendly
his hands are soft and comforting
his heart has the purest intentions

I don't deny the platonic intensity
but do you deny me my lust
which can't be satisfied
within he whom I
never thought
would be more
than a
friend?