Guilty As Sin Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

What if

What if 'mine' was written on your thigh,
Only in my mind's eye?
One slip, falling back into the hedge maze,
Oh, what a delightful way to die.

I keep recalling things we never did,
Messy top lip kiss,
How I long for our trysts,
Without ever touching your skin.

How can I be guilty as sin?
When all I have are fantasies within.
Trapped in this maze of desire,
Burning with an unrequited fire.

The words unspoken, the touch unseen,
A love that exists in the in-between.
What if this could be more than just a dream?
A reality where our souls truly meet, it seems.