Frustration

If there was love untold and all was mine
My pain would ease and all would please my mind
In all the nights alone living in dreams
Is nothing new it seems my will be fine

If there to hold and squeeze another soul
In pleasing form no storm between our worlds
Except perhaps in passion of our sex
In lust I hold her down towards the bed

If soft caress would heal my troubled woes
In silent blessings body be bestowed
Upon below beside and back below
In any way we possibly could know

Underneath the ceiling where I be
Alone again with all my fantasy

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