Silent Torture To see such beauty yet so far from graceful touch, never to be held in loving embrace.....only to admire from a far. To catch your radiant looks of attraction, your bold shape...the scent of a man, never a boy My senses ensnared, as if drunk off heavens poisoned wine..to taste those lips of ecstasy and forbidden pleasure nor to caresses the body of a God. Silent torture is all I am left with...
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