The woman i loved

I lay in bed
After reading your poem
So erotic so much of us
We were hot and sweet at the same time

Guilt fills my mind
As i think about you
Your lips, your breasts
All the curves i once touched

How i would like to have one night
A night of passion and wild sex
A bite mark, a scratch and your sweet taste
Your breasts, your curves and your passion in my mind
But in my mind it should stay

The guilt i feel when having these thoughts consumes me
It kills me this battle, these thoughts hidden so far behind
A thought, an action and something i wont do
But still sometimes i think about touching you