Bound In Forbidden Love
In all my life I never knew,
Someone as keen and cool as you.
For some reason, that I do not know,
I love you more than my life is so.
Your body is a Monet, on which my gaze cannot forfeit
A perfectly contoured painted landscape pastel portrait.
Your face is the cream atop a coffee drink,
A steamy froth with fluid below to help me think.
In your sleep your breath is sudden, and abrupt,
Each wind you inhale makes my heart erupt.
When I see your dimpled smile in a laugh,
Hell breaks loose on me its wicked wrath.
For every time I look at you with eyes and mind,
I see my soul's mate, one of its very own kind.
But every time I look at you with eyes and mind,
I feel your soul's hate, for all those of my kind.
Although I'm male, and you are too, so they say,
My body burns for the same, they call it gay.
Aside from the fickle facts of the fiction friction,
In my pants I feel for you a perverted predilection.
I know my life will not be whole,
Whilst around you my heart will roll.
Till the day yours does the same,
I'm afraid that I will never win this game.
Of life, which is but to stay alive,
And to find what makes one strive.
For you I would be and never cease to be,
But you leave me dangled by noose from trees.
You've tossed your teasing and tickling tips,
That perchance we could be together at the lips.
But you've bound me by both body and brains,
Best friends bound by the love in folly's chains.
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