Imaginary

A spicy little poem

I am what you desire the most.

I am what you cannot scream louder.

You hold me in your dreams.

You kiss me when nobody wanna do it.

I am your holiest temptation, my love.

Red clouding up your mind for today.

White running down my spine.

I am what you cannot confess.

My body keeps you awake at night.

You can see, but you will never touch.

Distant, yet, so close to your soul.

You wanna undress me in this moment,

But that is not going to happen.

You are chained to me, even when you deny it.

Tender caress that reminds you of fire.

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