Reflected Needs Untouched....
Lady fair...my fairmaiden
I picture you in your bedchamber
facing your vanity contemplating
the sad beauty,of raven locks
glinting emerald eyes,which cry
only within',as no tears are
to be seen on your self reflection
The knowing of your one true love
....uncertainty is his return
as you slowly brush out ebony curls
trying to smile in anticipation
thoughts as a deep well overflow
and flood your emotion filled heart
Fingers wrapped in spiraling forms
you begin to tug in pouty frustration
longing to be touched,to be desired
as your wanting fantasy screams
within' the confines of your mind
within' the self being reflected back
....only seen by you,only known to you
If only I could,my mind transcend
defy the universal law,and
rip apart the fabric of space
which veils as a seperator
disallowing a moments grace filled
wonder of your loving touch
to soothe eachothers burning will
but...alas,my lady fair
fore we must wait
time takes care of eveything
in due time......
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