I look aound me and all I see are four white walls.
I am confined in my own personal prison.
Nothing I can say or do to tell her how I feel.
I agonize over my love for her.

I think of her soft, silky skin and imagine rubbing my rough, stubbly chin against it: she winces
and lets out a silent scream of pleasure;  I'm in heaven.

I think of her soft, jaded eyes, the ones that constantly threaten to take my breath away.  When I
gaze into them I perceive my world in an entire new light:  all I see is a world of love and passion.
I'm in heaven.

I think of her supple lips.  Ravishinly whole and crimson.  I feel them against mine and I
experience a rush through my blood.  I am filled with a sense of power and vigor.  I'm in heaven.

I think of her hands that I pray to grasp.  I hold and cherish them, to me they are worth their
weight in diamonds.  I smell a faint scent of that gentle soap that she always uses and I secretly
adore.  I'm in heaven.

I think of her angelic bodice.  Behind the curtains I see her silhouette and I gasp.  I linger to
combine her soft, heavenly body with mine:  I am mesmerized by her soft touch on the rough of
my back.  I'm in heaven.

I cannot take it anymore so I go to her and confess my adoration:  she giggles and answers...