Adrift in the valley of your longing,
my skin boils at the mere suggestion of our collision 
To do without seems a bitter resolution 
Writhing thirst abounds here 
Kept afloat by shameless circumstance,
and the illusion of impunity 
All sensation of transgression wilts in the sultry company of your sun
but the moon carries subdued introspection 
I all but scorn her muted whispers of wisdom,
in favor of fervent desire and faint affection 
We are hushed by necessity,
obligation burdening our every indiscretion
Nevertheless, we concede to our shared hunger
Time and again