conflicted

would the attraction be there,
if not for the sense of danger
that comes with it?
clam like hands, sweat soaked palms
you tremble at my touch
with you beneath me,..
my body screams
i contain my thoughts,
bury my desire,..
to be inside you
like a wave crashing
on jagged rocks
when you leave,...
i dissipate into nothingness
alone with my carnal desire,
and thougts too wrong
to really be mine