She slowly turns her head to me
And flutters down her eyes
A look of heat and deep desire
I love her when she lies
She takes my hands and pulls me close
Her breathing turns to sighs
Her lips meet mine, I taste her tongue
And Oh those so sweet lies
Her arms encase me in their warmth
And my resistance dies
She speaks to me of whispered love
And I believe her lies
Her clothes and mine just melt away
My thighs between her thighs
There is no talk just passion now
And love and lust and lies
There is no shame, we lie as one
Slow ebbing of our cries
She knows I know that she's not mine
Yet still she lives those lies
In a list
A contest entry
- Beautiful Lies by Cinnarry.
1750 points, ended February 6, 18 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please comment below. Spelling or rhyming or scanning corrections welcome.
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Speaks truth
of lies I'm sure many can identify, the things one accepts for having ones pleasures satisfied. Good rhyme and flow, nicely penned
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sad enough, we all settle for lies sometime or another. So much of this makes me sad, and then I read this knowing this is the truth.
♦ It is easier to believe the lie, than it is to face the reality ♦
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Sometimes, and this is what the poem was trying to reflect, you cannot have a real love, a mistress may love you perfectly while you are there, but she may well be mistress to many.
This isn't written from experience but I find it sort of comforting that someone may not be in love but care enough to lie to make it as real as possible.
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Amazing
I am so happy I clicked on your page. This piece is so enticing. love how you made it clear after each stanza how well aware you are of the lies. As if insinuating its only right for true lovers to have that kind of passion. Truly splended write.
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ok so yesterday I read one of your poems and said that I was gonnna read more of your works...well here I am and I am yet again left in awe...you have such great talent.
I do not lie when I say you are one of the better poets on this site. It takes alot for me to call a person a poet and you my friend are just that. I however am not I may write poetry but it takes more than that to be a true poet. It takes a certin amount of passion to be a poet.
well penned
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To be called a poet is a huge tribute, I thank you for that, I am humbled by your review and I hope that some others of my poems live up to it.
Thank-you for reading.
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guess that you suffer inside.yes but still i adore your poem. although so sad. and not ordinary! but beautiful.
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lindsay
wow i think your my new favorite poet. im dead serious. your an amazing poet -
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I am delighted to please
and I rather like this one myself.
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it be good!
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Man this is a damn good poem. I dont really know what to say except I love it. I keep reading expecting some kind of great comment to come out...but nope, this is all I got.
Fantastic write!
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The trouble is
How do I know if the people who comment so nicely aren't lying?
Thanks a lot
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