The cool weather possesses one to desire cuddles; taste silky sweet lips; and breathe in the warm sensuous bodily scent.
Thus far, however, someone has yet to make claims on that certain someone; this I dare not do. Had my desires been proclaimed, harsh judgement would have besieged me and no longer would we be friends.
Despite the signs seen and sensed, I distrust myself. When one is controlled by poisonous lust, reason and logic is lost.
Pathetic I am, to dwell in fantasies of my mind but this, I cannot help; my hormones rage like charging bulls. Although, there be a day when all kinship I renounce (for that is the price), that day is still distant.
Sighs, the irony… I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop…
P.S. Do not ask who, as only my death will reveal it… Don’t worry I’m not depressed again.