I can't help wanting you to be held close
In by my side, comfortably near.
I have a fear you might think that it's gross,
But I'm compelled whenever you are here
To force my hands down by my sides and sigh,
Because I know that my desires run
Beyond the limits of whatever I
Might be permitted. Once I have begun,
For other reasons, to encompass you,
I tear myself away by strength of will
Because I fear that if you really knew
How much I want to hold you, you might kill
Whatever hope of friendship we have left
And so leave both me and my arms bereft.
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