Why I did I have to taste him now
I can love him, I can't love him
Why I did I have to try him now
Why did I need to take that mouthfulThere I was sharing wine with him
Wasting all my nights with him
Letting him hug me from behind as though I was not gonna leave him
Letting his fingers crawl up and down and take me one skin fold at a timeI knew with every breath he breathed into my lips he took twice the amount of mine
And with every trace he layed upon my parts he claimed them as his own
Yet I let him knowing I couldn't be his the next dawnHe knows he'll only see me when the sun sets
Yet as he lays beside me in the moonlight, he dreams of seeing my hair in the sunshine
And I lay there savouring the tasty site of his misery
I lay there seeing him crave me when he knows he can't have the very thing he lusts for
And I rejoice in itI like seeing him beg for my presence
I like hearing his fingers squeal for one more touch
I like seeing his lower lip quiver for one more meaningless sensation as our dreaded dawn approaches
I like seeing his mind battle his body to keep his hands from wrapping themselves around mine and taking me once more before the light drags me out of them
I like seeing him scowl as I disappear amidst the sun raysI lay there watching him starve for something he can touch but can't dare taste
I feast upon his dire angst until I'm quenched
Then as Aurora manifests in the blue sky, I am enticed in to her arms leaving him once more
I leave him more vacant than the night before"Oh! Forbidden fruit
You get sweeter by the day
You keep begging me to stay
If you let me go, I'll wait up
If you recognise my face."

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My Inner Workings
PoetryWhen I can't feel, I cry When I can't cry, I scream When I can't scream, I write