Untouched


We stand there, still as night
Eyes dark like so, yet unquiet

They scream and yearn for your love,
But you refuse to listen

Thoughts hidden behind the creation of sight
You look but never see,
I think but you'll never know.

I stand there, urging you
To unmask these secrets
Satisfy my temptations.

Untouched, how is it possible then
For you to hurt me,
And pleasure me, simultaneously.

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