Twisted

She is wise beyond years
I knew that 11 years ago
She read me like a primer

Woman have come and gone
She was just a child
20 years my junior

A woman now
She still seduces me

Goth, punk, whatever
She binds me in her world

Stolen kisses only added to desire
Moments lost in time
24 hour minutes
A lifetime of lust

Free now, but bound by her
Available but tied
Orbiting in her presence

So young
So smart
So tempting

Why do I falter?
Is it fear of failure
Or fear of success?

I stare at her image
Pixel perfect
My own Leviathan

The sweet suffering
Too much to bare
Scarred for life
I do not care

Innocent in her seduction
Sultry in her denials
Erotic by her absence

The fear & loathing of self
The fear & desire for her
The trepidation

Hunger
Want
Inspiration

My Twisted desire
Knows no bounds.

© 2005, Mosquitobyte