Please.

I need you.
I start to cry,
It's never the right time.

Time is the eater of my wants,
My desires.

My need for you,
My desire for your touch.

I want you in my arms,
Your skin under my hands,
Your taste on my tongue.

Yet time does not allow that.

It prevents me from having you,
Playing with you,
Feeling you slide gently inside me.

Making me moan,
My head falls back.

My arms and legs wrap themselves around you,
Holding you close,
Needing you deeper,
Needing you to consume me.

Make me yours,
Make us one.

No.

We cannot have that,
We do not get that,
We are never allowed that.

Time has a way of hurting me.

It brings harsh realities to light,
It shows the truth.

The truth of what will never be.