Bittersweet it is to glance up on you

Beauty beheld in your eyes that perhaps I have only seen

Breath up on my cheek I yearn to feel

Brutal it is not to know the taste of your lips

Break after break I feel a piece of my heart fall off

Blossom I wish we would

But we should not even touch, or look at one another for too long

Bodily urge to land to a flock of touch upon your face

Beast of my desire, growing stronger as the nights become longer

Bursting into flames with each forbidden thought

Beyond physicality, your mind bewilders me

Born to be upon you, yet beaten back like a swatted fly