Seeing you sets my heart afire
And stirs my passions.
You are so lovely.
Your lips are full and smooth,
How desirable they appear to me.
Your eyes,
So clear,
So inviting,
I could gaze into them for a lifetime.
The look and texture of your skin
Makes me feel warm.
Oh how I long to touch it.
I reach out to embrace you…
But you are cold,
You are hard,
You are not real,
You are nothing,
Nothing but an image.
An image reflected on the glass.
An image I cannot have,
I cannot hold,
Nor truly enjoy,
Or love.
Copyright 1995
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