I try to hold back... but the scent of your hair... your skin... makes it hard for me stop. And you tell me many times that I should get away from you... but I always choose to stay. This lingering scent of yours I can't get enough of. If only I could stop. How I would want to. How I pray never to have to. The agony of fighting this longing for you, I'd never allow you to know. I know you'd be scared, that I want you this much. I'll spill this longing through a pen.. through words. Alone. But know that my deep insatiable longing is innocent in love of you.