I have often wondered how it would feel, to have your hands and mouth on my body,

But then with those feelings I would then have to deal, and for that pressure I'm just not ready,

Although your scent is one that I can taste every day, and hands itch to run down your lean form,

I have to withhold myself or in my deathbed I shall lay, but still yearning and wanting for that sence,

It's almost unbearable to sit here and wait, when I want to run into your arms,

I'll just have to listen to the course of fate, and deny myself the melting to your charms,

I can't really describe the inner pain I feel, like a steady weight inside my shell,

And a wound time cannot heal, I swear to you and all this is purely hell,

So now I give up my body soul and heart, awaiting yours to mesh with mine,

Not unlike the piercing of a dart, I know the sweetness will be fine.

-By Jessica Holder (aka Christine Connla)