Nightly Walk (reverse of one of my first pens)

 
I'm going mad. The madness is kicking in. I would seem to can't get her to escape my mind. That night was unbelievable. I'm growing confused, not knowing left from right or up from down. Yet I'm sure I'm going down. Damn I let her walk away. How could I been so stupid? So blind that I'm questioning ever moment of that night. Questions ring in my head, non stop. Was it a guy i ran into? No, for the breast was to real. Do she picture me in her mind? Yes for my lust is to strong to be forgotten. Was it all but my mind playing tricks looking for a treat? I would/could be insane to say no. For I know not of my sanity at this point. Her image play the music on the fire escape of my soul. Her voice beat great beats at my memory. As I walk this dark road hoping to just bump into her once more. If I did/may I maybe release this pent up lust in her. Oh how I wish to grind on her walls and bath in her waterfall. The reverberations of her voice as she moan would break through the marrow of my bones. Were my soul rest her voice sing song that break to the whisper of life. Were my physical would sat me free. For this pent up lust is my madness. Leaving me weak breaking the contoured walls of my mind. Yet damn to be free for trapped is were she lay in the webs of my mind. What do I do or say? I'm trapped in a loop hole were I yet to find what I'm seeking.