I always keep in mind a balcony moment and the truth that followed…

I blush at the memory of removing someone’s shirt, losing myself in the touch of a chest, standing before my every fantasy made flesh—and that flesh being exposed in front of me…

I think of oceanic eyes of blue fluttering beneath the blond hair of a Nordic god…

I tremble at the thought of watching you undress so you might take a quick swim in a lake, your wife watching, my eyes never leaving the every move of your frame as love itself became the form of your sun-kissed body…

I am shamed by the jealousy I felt while seeing a divine beauty flirt with patrons of a piano bar as I fell victim to my own desires…

I shook beneath my own embarrassment as I sat in the seat next to you and admitted my profound infatuation, my love-at-first-sight curse that held my soul to the flame of covet as I burned at the altar of passion…

I craved without end the privilege of seeing your first tattoo made manifest, the want of witnessing the mixed blessing of pleasure and pain writ upon flesh I longed to hold near…

I summon the image of when my eyes first rested upon your visage, and I recall how I dared not battle the need within to feast upon that splendor at every opportunity, finding any excuse to speak to you, see you, visit your work area, stand in awe at what yearning wrought and truth withheld…

I deceive all those around when it comes to the power you hold over me, the control you wield at the very mention of your name, the very recall of your mien…

I am your servant to do with as you please.  I am a slave to the words brushed upon the air by your thoughts.

I am these things and so much more, one eternally chained to that which can never be mine, for all time ensnared by the one I wish for and require most, for eternity and a day held captive upon the rocks of your eternal shore.

I will breathe my last breath in silence and sorrow for the famine of my soul spent wishing for you.

Would that these simple, limited words could do justice…