Unconsummated Passion

It’s another snug night of December,

As I close my eyes to the evading slumber,

Inside me there is this glowing ember!

My brain stumbles over words

My fingers long to hold the mightiest sword

And my heart aches for that elusive chord!

My hair flows free out of the clip

My teeth sink into my lips

And my legs cross over at the hips!

Oh! How long can I watch the clock?

Is there any inspiring flock?

Do open my lock!

AND DON’T YOU DARE MOCK

I AM SUFFERING FROM A WRITER’S BLOCK!