Love, loyalty and enthusiastic devotion on her long summer night,
My worship to her was entirely unyielding,
The pressure of being good enough for her was unbearable,
To the point where only her emotional attachment to me made it better.
Her eyes, her lips, and her skin all drew me in, one at a time:
A deep crystal blue staring through me,
And I let it, only then would she understand the deep desire fighting its way back deep inside me,
A soft chapped pink teasing me between her teeth,
My eyes uncontrollably making their way there, threatening my entire body to move in,
Her taut integument taunting me, from what seemed like years away, although we were only inches apart,
I knew my infatuation and obsession would drive me insane, but she knew it was only for her.
The way she was treating me in this moment could be described as contumelious,
She was holding back from what we both wanted and I found that atrocious, evil almost,
To restrain from an undeniable lust,
An idea that only leads to calamity and ruin,
Making me her touch insufficient disaster.
That summer night was the first of many, each of which I learned something I hadn't known before.
