Things Better Left Unsaid

i would turn to you,
eyes full with such ardor,
lips full with such erotic desires as to make you shiver.

and you,
your hands with their elated sanctity,
your breath with its sultry quiver,
you are forbidden.

graceful frame, you turn away,
and i imagine how it would feel to run my hands down your back,
and how it would feel to lead you into the hollowness between pleasure and sin.

on the verge of something beautiful.

("and how i wish
how i wish you were here...")