Confusing me

If they say you don’t do that,

You do it.

Just you do what you shouldn’t do

Pleasure? The forbidden.

You deeply  look at me,

Gazed at me.

I don’t understand what it is,

What do you mean,

I’m lost in your words,

Because they confuse me,

But they please me. 

Two different things at the same time,

How can it be possible?

To get the same pleasure within the same feeling,

Don’t know what it is.

Maybe soon.

In abstract terms 2

It continues.

A strange feeling comes and goes,

Don’t know what it is.

Probably soon.

Trying to get an explanation of what is happening,

Don’t achieve it.

Can’t find the words to express it

Something missing

I lack of the unknown, of the abstract

Will be physical… but I don’t know

Inspiration comes in,

Guides me through.

Finding it,

Don’t know what it is.

Really want to know why it arose,

A pressing need for that.

Will continue.

In abstract terms

It takes place.
Something comes into mind.
Dont know what is it.
Grasping around the brain and feeling it so high.

Gripping me.
Something that i would never know
or maybe yes,
as if something unknown was deeply soaking in the skin,
what is it.

Heart pounding.
Then feel anguish, so much.
Is it a new sorrow? Or was it an old one?

Without knowing how to act, thinking about act.
Acting, and.. perhaps.
Extremely passionate but too heavy to hide.

Indulgence,
Not possible.

Maybe next time to realise what is it.
Meantime the choice is to wait.
Wait for loving, hating, believing or desiring.
So much the better, my own