Trapped

The last time I saw you you put my arms around your neck,
and I could feel your warmth seep into my skin.
It felt so right just to hold you like that.
I was sure that it had to be a sin.

Your hands were so strong entwined in mine,
soft and gentle-like a baby's touch.
I had to pull away for fear I'd fall to my knees.
Your love was simply too much.

It shocked my soul and electrified my heart,
so intense was the current between us.
And in that moment of brazen desire
I felt my first real stirrings of lust.

So I pulled back, and you let go.
I didn't want you to.
For I am now tangled in this intricate web of fantasy,
trapped by my love for you.

(c) Mary Barren