How now, am I meant to not gaze at you? 

What way is it that I am meant not to fall for you? 

Is it all true? 

In the black the white... & the blue..?

I cannot deny the pull much longer. 

Every day I must ponder.

The war I must fight, I see the fire just yonder. 

Each time I walk away I pretend I'm getting stronger.

But i'm not, when I see you I feel I lose my honor. 

I'm horrified, yet when I see you, you make me feel glorified. 

I find it hard to resist the way you do me like this. 

When your steady hand grazes over me, I nearly feel free.
                                                                                                                                                                                                         The way your eyes stare into mine, I must decline, I always turn away.

It's horrible the way that in your arms I cannot stay. 

Perhaps Just Crave attention, Maybe this is all in my desperation. 

But even so, it doesn't rid me of the sin, it doesn't take me from the shackles of desire. 

It never stops me from biting my lip when I think of you. 

It doesn't discontinue the way I yearn for your mouth on mine when I see it. 

Or the terrible, sinful thoughts that crawl their way into the crevices of my mind. 

You go about the circumference, area, and perimeter of my head. 

I wish I were in bed, deeply asleep, far from all these worries. 

I Suppose i'd be best of just leaving it here. 

Thus I will, for if I don't I'll lose you I fear. 

                                                              - Ariah Christman