my mind captivated by the way you cling to part of me gently and marvelously,
corresponding perfectly with my skin
as if kissing it softly,
you enchant me with a calm and soothing show,
my eyes only on you,
my heart grows heavy with disappointment as you begin to go
my soul wanting more,
yearning to be trapped by your beauty longer,
to be kissed by your delicate touch,
where there's never any bore
YOU ARE READING
Desiderium
Poetry"hold the world but as the world; a stage where every man must play a part, and mine is a sad one." - William Shakespeare
