To Be Truthful

Speak these words to me.
Tell me the things I long for,
the things that are in my secret soul.
Touch the part of me that is isolated, the part that is
alone unto itself.
Lust is not untrue, in the moments it makes itself known.

I once thought that I was a strong one.
Individual, of my own self.
You prove me wrong, you wrest my freedom from me.
I adore it
I curse it
Why must I ride these waves?

The turn of your head,
The sunlight on your hair, and I envision
the moonlight on your thighs.
Unnameable,
Unsought-after,
I lust for something I do not know.

Dark dreamings of starlight,
And flesh long-aching.
I want you.
But not for you.

Tease me with your glances and your
soft touch on
My knee, my shoulder
My hip,
Oh, my.
Tell me you want me.
This is what I crave.

My lovely - and you are so lovely-,
I do not lust for you.
I lust for your lust.
I hunger for your hungering for me.
I'm sorry there isn't more to me,
More to this.

Speak these words to me,
And watch me open further.