And so it hurts,
When you and I,
Inhabit a space,
Just us, just we.

And I fight myself,
My feelings,
My heart,
My truth,
My impulses, that would ruin,
What peace I have.

Impulses to hold,
To have,
To undress,
To caress,
To slowly, slowly lick,
To kiss, and kiss again,
And take.

But I should not.