I hate how much you impress me,
It's like I can't even listen or look without yearning for you to undress me...

Press me, caress me; drag you fingertips along my lines,
Feel the pressure of your sturdy hands sink into my flesh and your body weight over mine...

It sickens me, exhausts me;
Envelopes the heavy ***** that
beat
beat
beats me

Its not fair, it can't be true
I'll never hold, tame, nor conquer you

Drawn to the flame, such a dangerous game
Rosie you'll burn,why haven't you learned?

A lingering light will lose the fight,
The masochistic urge; a hunger to merge
A craving for sin amplified from within

Its only a ticking of time and a glimpse of sublime and this cyclical curse shall repeat

Initially a dream, the twisting scene finds the shadows and chills that burst from the seam;
A creeping, a seeping of resent filling and keeping

I knew from first glance twas a twirl of chance,
Only passion and fire, the flames of desire

As they dance through my veins with vengeance and claim
The last shred of me and remaining purity.