One day my life changed, because I became aware of you. <br />Utterly, desperately aware, and there was nothing I could do. <br />I couldn’t stop the growing ache I suddenly suffered from; <br />Nor could I identify from where the ache had come. <br /> <br />All I knew was suddenly, desperately, it was there; <br />An overwhelming longing of which I’d been unaware. <br />I spend my evenings thinking of your smiling lips. <br />Often I’ve imagined being wrapped around your strong, square hips. <br /> <br />I stare at your expressive face with that damned ache in my soul. <br />Sometimes, oh sometimes! How I feel that awful ache just grow. <br />The most unlikely things about you thrill me most of all, <br />Like the coarse hairs on the back of your neck, so dark and small. <br /> <br />I get all worked up around you, until I think I’ll burst. <br />I need to feel you deep inside to fulfill my awful thirst. <br />Still, I tell you none of this, because I am not free. <br />Still, I want you, though I know it cannot be. <br /> <br />So every night when I should be asleep, I lie awake; <br />Trying to think of something besides the way you make me ache.<br /><br />Lynda Remus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ache-2/
