(poems go here)

In my waking hours,

I feel so alone,

during my dream hours,

I am yours alone.

in my mind's fantasy,

I am your toy,

but in my reality,

there is no joy.

my dreams of you,

body tied with rope,

could it be true,

or give up hope.

Eyes can only see,

what I am allowed,

blindfolded though I be,

vision becomes a shroud.

Walking through desolate lands,

longing for the time,

to hold your hands,

would you take mine.

Gazing into your eyes,

I see your soul,

a soul that cries,

morns to be whole.

My lips do desire,

passion in long embrace,

my loins on fire,

awaiting for my disgrace.

on my knees begging,

Longing to please thee,

please no more dreaming,

can this become reality?