Never the Twain Shall Meet

Oh, the delicious knowledge that you want me,
after feeling so undesirable for so long.
The feeling of longing stirring within me,
girlish delight at the sight of you.

The cruel irony that we shall never know each other in love.
How fate has twisted it's hand once more.
I now free to explore my own life,
you with tethers of your own.

I long only to know your touch,
to feel your lips on my skin,
to know you as a woman knows a man.
Sadly, never the twain shall meet.