Desire (A Sonnet?)

A crimson ribbon tugs and tears my skin.

It stretches as far as you are and sticks.

Our souls are linked, but there is a kink in

the chain and it sinks like a ton of bricks.

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Your soul deserves more than typic cliches.

Your jaw is like a knife dragged to whetstone.

Your eyes grip and cage me within your gaze;

one glance and my feelings are overgrown.

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Let our fingers entwine, your mind unwind.

Let our lips graze, like the wind to a tree.

Let the images in my head resign,

for I am too weak to set myself free.

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I just want to touch you, but I need you

to leave my mind; these thoughts I can't pursue.

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