It was dark but shadow clones made spectacles on the walls.
There was a dead silence and sounds of sleep creeping down the halls.
Warm and heart's hard beating we played in the glow of the nightly news.
Her outline cast struck my mind and forever burned in my mind a muse.
It's hard now so long from then to find all the words I should use.
Heartache after all the long nights have surely left upon me their bruise.
Though, in the late sinking hours I can still see her undulating.
All those dark desires that then and always needed sating.
I thought they would fade as the years dripped by
Though, I can still remember the taste of her thigh
Biting skin and stripping away all the needless shell.
Thinking about it now will always give a stinging hell.
Piercing my mind and making me squirm here within my skin.
My willpower to control myself and act according forever wearing thin.
I don't know how long I can contain it and keep the ferocity at bay.
I know there has to be something I can do some other simple way.
The thoughts keep torturing me nightly and filling all my dreams.
Maybe, just maybe, it's not quite as bad as to me it always seems.