True Lies

I've been alone too long, without another's touch;
Need coiling into ache, for what I want so much.
Breath blown warm on skin, to fan a flagging fire,
Kisses pressed on lips, tongue tasting cold desire.
I'll be who e're you want, just hold me for a while;
Grant a bit of ease and then gift me with a smile.
Hot passions fill the room with salty, breathy cries,
Some comfort, though I know, how little truth this buys.
Still, I'll gladly take the lies, shadows of what's real;
To remind myself again, what it is to feel.

Nancy Graves

Medical Student, Year 4