I lay awake at night, thinking of you
When I close my eyes, you're all I see
Every moment of every day, I see you there
I know it's wrong, but I can't stop this feeling inside

You took me in, raised me as one of your own
A mother to watch over me, but not blood related
You married my father, a step-parent you've become
But I can't stop thinking of you as more

You caught me one time, jerking off in my room
Brushed it aside as one of those things young boys do
That sweet curl on the corner of your lips
A wickedness, maybe a connection we now share

It's wrong to think this way, but I want you
I need you as more than just what you are to me
I hear the two of you at night, in bed, through the thin walls
The sound of him having you frustrates me

I fantasize of going down and taste your wetness
The thought of myself sliding inside of you
An idea of us becoming one single being
Together, we can be more than just what we are

The voice keeps telling me how wrong this feeling is
But you captured my heart and it won't stop beating for you alone
Maybe its lust, a desire, a first love I've experienced
Or maybe it's a motherly love of affection I never had ...

I wrote this up a while back and a little unsure about posting it up, due to it's subject matter. It's a strange little poem of a step-son uncertain of his growing feelings towards his relationship with his step-mother, is it lust of wanting to be with her, or just his lack of motherly love he's never had growing up that he's experiencing for the first time. Not sure where it came from, but enjoy it anyway.