How I hate that look in you...
the one that sweeps me wild, crazy for your touch
that brings the moon to rise within my beating breast like a cat
purring her most grateful thanks for sweet cream milk.
How I hate you!
How I hate your wet moist mouth that drinks my fluid like
morning dew from a cup, sweetened by the ease of sunrise
inspiring every inch of my soul to pen written words with bold letters,
reading, mouthing each syllable like it were the finest of Swiss chocolates.
I hate that melting with you. . .
How I hate that I move bewildered beneath your
wandering fingers where being in control of being out of control is
Out of Control! CRAZY!
I want to scream my hate between panting heated breaths,
loudly
as each pressed kiss swims within your river like snow melting in a spring thaw.
...that you- - - -can place me there...
My limbs wring weak in hatred burning my arms wrapped in tremble
about you from love made like fire bellowed to rise from heated oils
taking each nerve of me to places that live between the daylight and a dream
where passion sears my hatred.
...and in soft afterglow I whisper,
"I love you" . . .
the one that sweeps me wild, crazy for your touch
that brings the moon to rise within my beating breast like a cat
purring her most grateful thanks for sweet cream milk.
How I hate you!
How I hate your wet moist mouth that drinks my fluid like
morning dew from a cup, sweetened by the ease of sunrise
inspiring every inch of my soul to pen written words with bold letters,
reading, mouthing each syllable like it were the finest of Swiss chocolates.
I hate that melting with you. . .
How I hate that I move bewildered beneath your
wandering fingers where being in control of being out of control is
Out of Control! CRAZY!
I want to scream my hate between panting heated breaths,
loudly
as each pressed kiss swims within your river like snow melting in a spring thaw.
...that you- - - -can place me there...
My limbs wring weak in hatred burning my arms wrapped in tremble
about you from love made like fire bellowed to rise from heated oils
taking each nerve of me to places that live between the daylight and a dream
where passion sears my hatred.
...and in soft afterglow I whisper,
"I love you" . . .
Author notes
Poetry meant to be read aloud.
In a list
A contest entry
- The thin line between love and hate by Swan song.
3300 points, ended June 10, 2007, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The opposite that i want - adult content by Mykeee.
900 points, ended January 10, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Good stuff.
Luvit.

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Thomas Scott
Thank you.
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wow - that true feeling of hating the feeling of that one that drives you crazy in love. nicely done.

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Gorgeous.. absolutely breathtaking. Brava.

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This just fantastic you have nailed this topic, I think...You put some magic in this piece, and it totally rocks......novy


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Wow Pamela, I loved this one. I hate it and love it at the same time. Excellent descriptions of your sensuality. Love the images you've created, Thanks for sharing this awesome poem


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WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I walked a tightrope on this one. Talk about a fine line, it couldn't have gotten any finer. This is pure poetry in motion, motion commotion, comatotion. LOL
You captured the essence of both emotions and brought them to a climax with your sesational gift. I am blown away with this. If I only read one thing today I would not have wanted to miss this one. You captured me from the title to that last all important phrase. The three little words that some find so hard to say. I looked at the comments here also and I got a kick out of Idle Mind's. It does make me wonder though.
Must have been a great weekend.
Thank you for sharing this masterpiece with all of us. Kudos and best wishes in the contest. It sounds golden to me. Love you my friend, Joyce


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What Keith Said!


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MMM?
mmm? Sounds like a love hate relationship to me Pamela.
The best kind!
Now would I love your hate better than your love I wonder?

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OMG! I have been away for long, and what a first poem to read after a time without poetry! Amazing, I am in awe! And like always, I just wish I knew the story behind all the emotion...


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Excellent
Oh my what a great and provoking poem. Such fantastic conjuring of emotions. Good luck in the contest.

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ooh don't you just hate the control it has over you making you want more

I love when hate can represent beauty instead of the ugly, some great penning, with some very soft and tender moments of unwanted lol..
Bravo to you. Fantastic creative thoughts.
Love and Light
Frozentearz

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Pam one would have to wonder what you would have done with this piece if you had have loved instead of hated
As ever that underlining eroticism that gives the reader a chance to use their own imagination when reading Little to say but wonderful Good luck in the contest

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whoa!!!! How I HATE this! ...oops I mean I LOVE it!
I agree with Idle Mind... some day!


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sounds like quite a Memorial Day battle you had...


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Exceptional
A really tremendous poem here, Pamela. BRAVO! and all the best of luck in the contest.

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ahh a powerful piece here, it is such a fine line, we want to possession, the consuming anger and hate for it makes us feel alive and with a sigh when moment soften, love speaks in her softer voice - a good poem


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Dammmnnn. Double dammmnnn.


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