I want her. I want him.
But I'm embarrassed for how they see me.
I gaze from afar unable to show that my words can be enabled.
But their beauty, its disabling.
I want it all.
Is it wrong to want to feel. To want to touch, to strip, grope and coddle.
We must hold back our strongest desire.
The longer it's retained the stronger it grows. We then lust for ourselves.
But ourselves aren't enough
I need her. I need him.
I must have them but will they have me?
Does it matter?
I'll take them before lust takes me.
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PoetryJust a collection of original poems written by me as well as elaborated thoughts. Swear its not bad. Maybe, idk. Some suggestive themes so fair warning.