john's POV
YEARNING
I was pure through the eyes of the
Others.
I felt their approving stares
As I walked down the aisle.
I blamed them for my loneliness,
This isn't what I want.
I want to be
Held
and
Cherished.
Not to be used as a pawn in a game of war.
I yearned a femme's touch.
Her kiss,
Her touch.
She only came in my fits of sub-consciousness.
My precious hours of bliss,
my kedeshah.
