Burning Desire

Burning Desire

I constantly think about you all day

How your lips would feel on mine

How your hands would feel on my waist

You are my disease, my illness, my every thought

It makes me insane because I can’t have you

I feel alone in my own mind

I feel trapped in my own body

They tell me it’s an obsession,

but I call it a burning desire

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