I confess

He. Indefinite source of my torments.

Sweet decadence within all its intents.

I catch myself daydreaming

of our two bodies teaming.

Every drip and every drop

on my skin that slowly lops

of candy coated tongue caress

and I confess, I'm obsessed.

A thousand times do I envision

a beaming, gleaming, dreaming vision

of two bodies, skin to skin

of two souls, sin to sin.

And it never seems to come to an end

this daydream of mine that I pretend

to be real, as I watch you from afar

what I wish we were and what we are.

Two lost souls, two simple beings

is what the others may be seeing,

but we know from the look in our eyes

there is a crave, a thirst in the rise.

Through the layers we see the bare

and we see the crave the other bears

for it's energy it barely holds inside

our worlds shook with the same vibe.

It only takes for a one small touch

to realize the tension we feel so much

uncover our desire we so want to hide

save ourselves from this bide.

But we are strangers, just passing by

everyday, it becomes my why;

to conquer our desire, satisfy the lust

take the risk of loving, we must.

He. Indefinite source of my torments.

Sweet decadence within all its intents.

I catch myself daydreaming

of our two bodies teaming.

Every drip and every drop

on my skin that slowly lops

of candy coated tongue caress

and I confess, I'm obsessed.