imaginary passion

Tossing and turning throughout the night, the passion of my sleep
reminding of that time of delight.

Unable to endure the dreamy lust filled stress, I sit straight up to
ponder this duress.

Who is this woman that haunts my sleep, why does she tease and torment a
man to the point he wants to weep.

On shaky legs I raise from my bed, warily making my way to the water
shed, I douse my head into the ice cold water.

I look through the ripples at my own reflection. Remembering her body's
haunting curve, her wild eyes and coy demeanor.

Only used as a weapon, helpless to her web of lust filled deception.
"WHO ARE YOU!!!!" I yell with frustrated conviction.

"LEAVE ME BE" my voice turning to a pleading deviation. To my surprise
I hear a small voice wafting on the chilly night air.

“I’m your inner desire, I’m what you deny but what your mind
yearns to share”

Very deep yet hauntingly beautiful