Yearn

I know now how Romeo felt  
Watching Julette's hand upon her cheek
The torture of watching
Your fingertips dance along the skin
 I wished I'd kissed, before I told.  
 
The bittersweet agony of longing
Pulling from my center, towards you, always you
Why you, decadent sinner, snaketongue  
Man of many masks, do you practice  
Or does it come with whatevers missing inside  
 
Your mouth, just once, a hot gnashing of need
Just please, your fist, knotting my hair to kneel
Please yes, devour me, I see your wolf to this red
Stop it! Foolish brain! Wicked heart!.
 
I can't.  
 
Oh this bittersweet agony of you
So I do nothing, but sway.