Everday on my bed as I lay with images in my head of him in me, on me my wrists tied, my heart free heavy breathing souls seething so much passion ******* in every fashion I let all these thoughts guide me to places where pleasure can be brought with mere bites and traces as I set a rhythm so profound taking myself till I'm left astound all I see is him, all I hear is him and then as our hips stop it's time for our lips to lock only for me to open my eyes and realize all of this is nothing but lies him, me and us created by my mind only for me to find me all by myself and lonely making me feel oh so guilty filling me up with so much shame this wildness I try to tame in vain in vain because now I know that my touch will get too much over and over again over and over again.