A craving, spinning turmoil can entwine
in tightly inner-coiled ardent crime,
beginning with a glance intensely fired,
igniting in the myth that I’m desired.
Restrained, a corner of my mind has stayed
safe beyond a cynic’s palisade.
So desperation will not conquer all,
for barriers of self-doubt never fall.
Demoralised that lust has locked me in
and hormones overwhelm self-discipline,
fettered by a frenzied savage urge,
a prisoner to a blinding need to merge…