Anderson Dcccxl Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi

I hunger for you and cannot be satisfied
As I want to devour you more
Yr eyes of indigo reminds me of night
And yr pale skin is so angelic
I cannot touch for I have sinned
And would corrupt yr virtue
I thirst for yr lips because they are the eternal wine
I cannot get enough of
So sweet like the French grapes growing in the sunlight
And the warmth of yr arms that I feel secure in
I forget that you are real
However, I only know from the screen
I hide my love for you from everyone else
Like a closeted drunk
Ashamed by it but I cannot let go