A Lover's Carnal Passion

28.7.13

As I lay there at 2.38 a.m.,

I stare at that faultless face of yours.

So pure.

So fragile.

I cannot help but pilot my thoughts to your impeccable heavenliness.

The moonlight breaking through that window,

determined to touch upon your beauty.

& I lay there,

helplessly;

jealous that something as obscure as that moonlight can touch you,

without disturbing your peaceful doze,

as I, an ungraceful enthusiast of your beauty,

watch from afar,

much like a jailbird. 

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Author's Note

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