Guilty Pleasure Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

In my maze of longing, I lose my way,
Caught in the heat of words I ache to say.
Each kiss imagined, each touch unseen,
A guilty hunger in this fevered dream.

Dare I wander where your thoughts begin?
How sweet the ache of being guilty as sin.

I tread these paths, my heart in turmoil's thrall,
Yearning for your embrace, your whispered call.
The walls close in, my senses all afire,
As I succumb to this forbidden desire.

Reason fades, replaced by passion's plea,
Begging to surrender, to be set free.
In this maze of longing, I'm lost, astray,
Consumed by the ache that won't go away.

Each fantasy, a temptation so divine,
Ignites a spark that makes my soul entwine.
How can I resist the lure of your sweet sin?
When all I crave is to be guilty within.

I wander on, my mind a whirlwind's dance,
Torn between restraint and wanton chance.
The heat of your touch, the taste of your kiss,
Haunt me endlessly, a torturous bliss.

In this maze of longing, I'm trapped, my dear,
Helpless to the pull of your presence near.
So let me indulge in this guilty dream,
And bask in the ache of being your supreme.