Savium Saliva

Paraphilia

Sitting in front of me, from across the room
This aesthetic beauty has beguiled me again
Dissuaded I still watch her penitently
Feeling abashed and scarcely perverted

I peer and elude intermittently
Feeling fatuous and marooned,
as she catches my eyes upon her…
So timorous I lament myself

But how can I not look?
Her amiable beauty is overwhelming
She declined my offer so gracious and kindly
Yet her deferential being continues to captivate…

However I must drain myself from this sappy chemical
And attempt to negate and deny this compulsion
But still I will bewail my failure to endear…
‘Cause there will be no one left to dream of

- C.M.H.