Is it So Wrong

Why is it so wrong to be
In dire need of ecstasy,
To settle my nerves, 
In voluptuous curves,
Bringing joy to you and me.

Why condemn me to frustration
When so simple is my salvation.
But you claim that I must sever,
Every hope in this endeavor,
To be granted such elation.

Is it pride or vanity
That could cause this mystery,
That you would deny yourself,
Pleasure in and of itself.
Why deny my sanity?

As you read the points I’ve made
To truth and love be you swayed.
May passion grant your true desire,
And mayhap quell my burning fire,
Let not our pain’s death delay.