Draw close to me, please, agonize, and tickle.
Know that to touch must always be a sin,
these shoulders bathed with underwater ripples.
It is regardless of the man for whom youÕre spoken.

Slight brushes make us yearn to feel more;
eyes closed, you hover pendant there a star.
You know the chance to hold I will abjure
for how IÕm made to love you from afar.

So, stellar, you caress most confident,
as pleasure creeps across your smile,
soft skin to stroke in gentle rivulets.
I kiss you out of darkness all the while,

gelding disbelieving of the reigns,
left questioning for whom a love was feigned.