Silence kills as the lonely hours wear unto dawn.
Enslaved, I am, as a result of being confronted by bitter feelings of harsh resentment and crippling vulnerability.
I can almost taste you, so it seems,  but then it begins...
With every rhythmic pump that pulses through my veins, I grow too infatuated with you.
I am conflicted, only because you are vindictive.
Accompanied by a lust so thick, the climactic rise ripples through my fingertips without remorse.
I find myself burning at the thought of your touch gracing me once again...
I would ask for mercy, but it fails to please me.
To relentlessly crave you is strictly my forbidden fruit.
Love is not an option now.
Romance is not an option now.
It becomes sinful to want another human being with such an unforgiving desire... 
To curse your sickeningly audacious mentality only brings me to my knees furthermore.
I simply cannot restrict these fantasies... For they rage on like orchestrated symphonies.

But here I am... Alone. Four walls to hear my moans.