I was different
               from other men. In my
        words  she  found  desires that
                    she didn't know
                          she had.

                    When  I  looked
                             at her,
               she felt as though I could
                             hear her
                       very  thoughts.
                 When  I  touched  her,
                      she knew she
              would give me anything.
                        She would
                 give me everything.

                        She lay alone
           in her bed and her desire
                           for me was
                   a burden on her soul.
                            She could
                  feel  it  like  a  weight on
                             her chest,
                    and  restlessness  in
                      ­      her limbs.
                  She  wanted  to  feel  me
                       deep inside her.
                               She was
                          desperate  for
                       ­      my touch.
                                                          ­                                 Jon York    2019