through this lelectric looking glass the limatation is temptation frustration
for i cannot touch feel smell breathe your essence.
your hair is like a fire burning eternaly
your eyes like a deep well full of refreshing water
your face is a painting of a lost hope and a future dream to yet be realized by me
just me, alone with this glass i don, to see beyond my own little world
()
the touch is electric
the sounds silently whispering Love? or lust
no one can fathom the deep desires of men
i am man
as plain as they come
i just don't lie
it comes as it comes, i hide my pride inside,
never lied to my soul but i lost control of my flame and it consumed
desire passion within
: i am a slave now
a tool for lust trapped by love
tingling with anticipation the muse silently watches as my frustration builds
