What is this game you play?
Played with my mind
With my heart and sanity...

What is the goal?
As a game is usually played to be won.

Your toying with my emotions claim your desire.
My blushing and giddy laugh.

But why?

What is it you want from me?
What you seem to hint at but are afraid to address.

It is what it is yet,
You deny, hide but continue.

Your touch causes the feelings in me to return.
I had sent them away, settled them to just an experience conquered and past.

Maybe an innocent touch to you,
But normally friends do not rub your back,
touch your ears or carress another's face.

I know all the complications involved
I know the risk
and I know the pain.
My choice is to feel
to experience
to take the risk.

What I do not know or understand is you
and what goes on in your head.

Comments hinting at your desire coupled
with comments of morality and sin.
Touches of affection stolen for your satisfaction and longing
That leave me invisioning future contact
to feed this hole in my soul.

Oh come on!
Either tell me what is on your mind
So that we may deal with it together
And stop avoiding the orb in the room
That blocks our thoughts and grows on fear

Or act upon the obvious magnetic desire that torments our souls.

Or.....just stop and leave it alone so that it will die the death it was destined for from the beginning.

Right now the thought of sitting with you leaves me exhausted.
The mental challange is tired, worn, and aged.

This game may be fun for you but,
It leaves me holding all the frustration,
mourning the possibilities
missing my calm
screaming for satisfaction
and suffering from the loss of something I never had.