What You'll Never Know

A heart- beating just a little faster with each shallow breath; a body, showing every possible sign of love's excitement...each heave of its chest a testament of my desire... but I can't tell you.
I can't profess my love or lust. There aren't words, and you could never fathom how deep and desperate it flows. So you'll never really know because I haven't the words to tell you.
There have been times- times you were near, I could feel your heat burn me from feet away- without even a touch. A confession danced up my tongue and teased my lips, but I could not speak. My body awakened herself, pushed and pulled at me, and all I could do was resist. Resist out of fear, resist out of convention. Resist inmy resistance of change and things I can't control. I can't control this. I'm afraid of my love and what havoc it may wreak on our world. So, when visions of desires- for you, for this love, sneak into my mind durinig mindless moments, all I can do is bit my lip, breathe deeply, and do my best to ignore you... you and what have to be excruciating, deep kisses, sof wanting touches-- ignore me and my ever-mounting need, ignore my heart and body.

All I can do is pray you secretly know of omy plight and that perhaps, you share in it. Maybe acknoweledgment is all we need to get by.
Damn this heat. Damn you. Damn me.