An Unfinished Curiosity

I feel this pressure unfolding
with a bitter taste of dissatisfaction.
Head and heart scolding
Yet burning from his attraction

Shh...it is forbidden
To have longings like these
Still my heat is unbidden
His allure, only a tease

It is not love I feel
But a pressure within
A carnal craving only too real
An ardor staining my skin

My body prickles
From his long lasting gaze
Feverish, sweat trickles,
Eager for his appraise

I sigh, ring heavy upon my hand
For I am someone’s other
And my guilt could not withstand
My betrayal with another

So I stay content
For this ardor will be diminished
But in my torment
My curiosity will remain unfinished….