&& He grabbed me by my waist and soflty he whispered;
"please don't go, you know I need you, I want you close."
He took my hand, drove it into his chest,
and when he took air I felt his quest.
Candles lit, roses around,
music slow, clothes on ground.
Longing for you, longing for me,
this passion must be set free.
&& yet I know this is too strong,
this love is not for the young.
&& yet without I can't live,
I need to hold you in my time of need.
Candles low, roses around,
time slows, love cannot be found.
I leave you and you stop me,
&& you beg me "come back to me"
By: XXVampireeyesXX
Author notes
sexy enough??
its not my best but I tried...
In a list
A contest entry
- Kinky is the Game by HaileeDear.
300 points, ended March 2, 2008, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Everyone dreams of true love; even though it's not real....
Comments
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Congrats on the bronze!
This is fab, so subtle. There is a lot of emotions within your words as well as awesome imagery. Superbly penned, congrats on the bronze, well earned
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Good!
What I enjoyed most in this poem was the nice scenery you portrayed. Nice job! -
This was great. It was kinda sad kinky. You had lots of emotion in this write. I loved it. I'm so happy you entered!!
xoxo
pixie
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