Is It Wrong Of Me?

Is it wrong of me
To think
Of you…
Endlessly?

Is it wrong of me
To long for
Your touch,
Forsaking all else?

Is it wrong of me
To hunger for
Your taste…
Your full,
Plush,
Soft lips
On mine?

I can’t help myself,
Now that you are
In my life.

Every moment,
Every thought,
Every desire,
Is for you.

Is it wrong of me?

No…

No, it cannot be.

This man loves,
And commits
All of himself,
All of his life…

To the woman
Of his dreams,

Nothing can be more right.

 

 

© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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