Restraining My Love

By Brandy Chase

 

My dearest friend,

my sweet Charmaine,

just being near you

increases the strain.

Our friends do not realize

I live in such pain.

They wouldn't understand

if my feelings were plain.

I try to do right,

prejudice rules from above,

but, still I must suffer,

restraining my love.

 

The things that you do,

the words that you say,

sadden my heart,

for the game I must play.

The gleam in your eyes,

when you smile that way,

the swell of your breast,

and how your hips sway.

I try to do right,

prejudice rules from above,

but, still I must suffer,

restraining my love.

 

Why must my love,

its fires burning deep,

remain a secret,

just mine to keep?

Alone in the night,

many hours I weep,

for a touch from you,

just a finger's light sweep.

I try to do right,

prejudice rules from above,

but, still I must suffer,

restraining my love.

 

Why must I suffer,

is loving you wrong?

Even you don't realize

it's for you that I long.

Someday I will tell you,

I'll write it in a song.

But until that day comes

I must remain strong.

I try to do right,

prejudice rules from above,

but, still I must suffer,

restraining my love.

 

I dream at night,

my hand to your breast,

spreading your thighs,

I touch your best.

Our nipples together,

our lips softly pressed,

our tongues searching,

never stopping to rest.

I try to do right,

prejudice rules from above,

but, still I must suffer,

restraining my love.

 

A woman in love,

another woman my desire,

burning with need,

I've never known such fire.

But as for now,

I can only admire,

dreaming of the day,

when all the rules will expire.

I try to do right,

prejudice rules from above,

but, still I must suffer,

restraining my love.

 

This is my problem,

my one greatest fear.

What would you think

if I held you so near?

What would you say

if I nibbled your ear?

How would you feel

if I loved you my dear?

 I try to do right,

prejudice rules from above,

but, still I must suffer,

restraining my love.

Oh, my dear God,

how much more must I suffer,

restraining my love?

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C.A. Marshall

Reston, Virginia USA

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