I am growing fascinated with this woman
her courage and sufferings
her wit
and now her beauty
I fear her
but I want her
and I cannot understand why
I partly despise her
and partly revere her womanliness
I see a promise of passion within her eyes
and I desire it
The intensity
the fantasy of wanting her
grows tremendously
This lust consumes me
and I try not to show it
I deprive her the satisfaction
of denying it to me
And in this moment before sleep
I think of her
and I cannot take away
what I cannot give to her
because in her eyes
I have nothing
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