Pseudo Aftertaste

Some seconds have gone, yes, can I count on these fingertips that clicked once as had my mind struggled to prefer a face known to monsters also seen; indeed, have seconds passed the moment I was living just now, and ah! there slipped an hour from in between the fingers have that stayed all the same.

I was just reminiscing your face dear, now and then as have I been doing lately.

Cliched as has it always been and as it now is, are there desires I sometimes lose myself to; dare you do not behold them as mere temptations of mine.

Desire I a million things, and art they all but scandals of such shame. 

Strive as I always do for your sight is what must I protect. Ah! Try and try as I must, and try will I as long as stands this body of mine tall. Alack! a car crash! Hah! Did I lose the clasp in nothing more than just a blink of an eye? Will you mind if I tell you 'twas done yet again?

The fear I as hath my feet shown no motion at all every time yours touched mine - all for a fear of the same kind. Alas, 'tis the fear all alike. And must I admit that I am scared.

You see, have I endeavored in ways I could; drat! Failed I then and fail I still. Do I disappoint you?

Bears this chest of mine a crevice that is nothing but lonely. I wish someone in here but is that solipsism and another soul, must I never venture sabotage;

Hold these hands forks of metal, yet some skin do they seek to feel - thine reflection on its porcelain serves me well for now. Damn! does this profligate heart of mine only desire more now?

Must I let you be aware of this emotion in me that have I just ascertained? It is all that I believe you should know - may I ask you to not see to it otherwise kindly? 'Tis time is it time that speaks I the truth is that crumpled a mass in my core. 

Thus will I speak now.

Desire I that hirsute coiffure that thy headwear. No intention do I house of scaring thou away, but as goes the truth - trembled hath my fingers so oft as ran thy fingers inside it. Wish I only that the fingertips were mine.

Desire I the pull of the skin that on thy cheeks appears as occurs a grin for a reason or so - Did I ever care to know? Admired I only thy visage whilst the smile still resided - with eyes clandestine so to be furtive in lieu, indeed, in such secrecy. Do I incite an aftertaste in you? Should I be guilty?

I feel my heart is wrenching and ask myself if it 'tis all worth it. The pain... the crying... the anguish... Will I be offending you if desire I to keep feeling this way?

Bliss is it to have you here now dear - the scene an allegory for me again.

Hmm... plays the rock and pop out loud, but ringing in my ears is a choir in thy voice singing allegretto "hallelujah" - Scrounge I for a possibility if art my desires permitted to exist. 

Heck! 'Tis the fear again. Must I enquire - did I bother you?