How do you think we could be friends
After such moments as we’ve shared?
That would be a torture that the
Inquisition would not have dared

To employ, for it has mercy.
Imagine us meeting as friends
Talking calmly while depriving
Your body’s lush touch from my hands.

And you would laugh while I would think
Of the moans you made bathed in sweat,
And try as I might to pretend,
Fiery eyes won’t let me forget.

Me? Content? While you’re behind glass
And I’m behind electric bars,
A cell made of my emotions,
Of the passion that once was ours?