Looking from the inside out,
Seeing the world and its delights.
Never touching another human,
Yet how I came to know desires.
Wanton was the pleasure
That seemed to overtake me.
I left the knowing for the unknown,
And it didn't seem to make a difference.
There was a difference after all
And I found it out quite innocently.
Pleasure over took me quickly,
And it was the demise of all love.
Love ya!
Jane
Regis