Her

She 

Lovely

Quivering in the corner of a hand-me-down couch, by the light of the shadowy apartment lamp

Me

I

Lusting in anticipation of something not rightfully mine, but sinfully craved like the icing off the side of the cake or the first chocolate caramel of Christmas. 

They

Them

Brows raised, heads shaking, disappointment strewn across their faces thinking of the penalties while ignoring the gasps of enraptured bliss

We 

Us

fighting the demon that begs for our cooperation to give into the urges and engage in The act that will bring us to ecstasy.

Him

He

Left in the cold, unbeknownst yet with an inkling and wanting to get on the inside but never being given the truth

It 

Is

Pain for all angles, a confusion of desires and tangled web of lies to one another and ourselves