No
we mustn't.
My
god I so want to kiss you,
And
my heart is beating faster.
The
night has been so glorious,
Where
desire had been our master.
Kissing
would imply a consenting role,
Of
the mind alive inside of me.
For
the girl who stands beside again,
And
who holds hands where spirits run free.
Taken
to a place higher than want,
Where
the beauty is pure and serene.
Melting
quickly into her eyes once more,
Becomes
precious, precious more than any dream.
Touching
her hand ignites this fire,
For
a passion to burn even my soul.
In
fact the light from within perfection,
Is
the reason I again feel whole.
The
cravings of our carnal flesh,
Will
drive us both to wild distraction.
Unless
the act of self control,
Is
not thrust forward, put into action.
Denial
is not such a friend of mine,
For
he ought to be cast aside.
And
when this girl comes closer still,
My
hopeful resolve is yet being tried.
Take
a moment, consider the truth,
Of
what must remain forever sacred.
Despite
our insane desire to become
Hand
in hand and wild, running naked.
Though
beauty is born between us,
We
should remember to act demure.
Yet
what good is resolve without reward,
When
your presence has become a lure?
Live
for the moment I always say,
But
how I fear to act shamefully.
For
honour and respect to remain alive,
And
where love is guarded steadfastly.
The
flesh is weak under proximity,
For
I'm mad to touch skin on skin.
Would
loving you with tenderness
Be
counted forever as my worst sin?
Believe
me I'm in awe of you,
And
for the power behind your smile.
You've
stolen into the heart of me,
Where
my senses you can now beguile.
I
want you more than anything,
To
have, to touch, to kiss and to hold.
Please
lay beside me in gloriousness,
Touching
my spirit as we grow old.
'M'
x
