Simple desires are all I crave, like the soft whisper of your voice in my ear.
Your hands caressing mine as we lay awake on the clear summers night in the fields over looking the world at our feet.
Alas what was once a reality, is only a reality in my dreams, dreams of which feel like the most heart wrenching night terrors which sit me down and torture me, but leave me yearning for more.
So be it, I'm sick and twisted but does one blame me for desiring the most simple of desires?