8x10 Photo

I am Imprisoned to your photo, I gaze only to know,
That you will always be out of my grasp, not within my reach. 
In my own sick misery I drown in your pleasure,
Waiting for the air conditioner to dry my sweat.
For in what I call this my reality,
You are the woman forever etched into my flesh.

At night I hear your moans making music like water falling on a tin roof,
Feeling the wetness of your mouth while observing your toes as they begin to curl. You are the stimulus guiding me towards my release,
As you arch your back, with head tilted,
I see the expressions of anticipation painted across your face.

I am Imprisoned to your photo, I gaze only to know,
That you will always be out of my grasp, not within my reach.
As the time passes my feelings grow deeper,
Until the emotions that I thought I owned, I find really own me.
The longer I stare the more I know just how much I really need you.

My imagination has become so powerful,
I have long lost the control,
For you have become my lustful sensation,
Throughout the wee hours of the night.

I could never forget that moment in time,
While I held the woman that I love for what seemed like an eternity.
You will remain forever a special part of me,
Until the death angel grinds my bones back to dust.

I am Imprisoned to your photo, I gaze only to know,
That you will always be out of my grasp, not within my reach.
As I take a deep breath and swallow,
I hear your words as they play over and over in my head.
A melody consisting of a two-syllable word
Words that destroyed my heart as you parted your lips and said
“Good-bye!”