Desire's a bitch.

As I feel
warm, frustrated, angry
disapointed later ecstatic
unfocused then restless
fearless and freakish
I sense the soft veil
of eyes that caress
like an unwelcome memory
a distant crimsom fire
of what is denied to me
enjoying borrowed lips
flowing on a coward skin
afraid from desire
without letting it go

As I feel
warm, frustrated, unsatisfied
I think of you.