it's strange how familiar it is
how very movie-like in essence
everytime she enters the room
i'll be sitting at my desk
engulfed in conversations and assignments galore
but nothing sparks a flame
and just as i prepare to tune out another boring day
the door opens
the clicking of her heels precedes her grace
she's the only star in a desolate night
she walks in like she always does
trendy garment clad but effortlessly gorgeous
is she aware of her capacious sway
there something in the way she carries herself
a certain swagger that casts the spell
i cannot even blink
much less talk or sigh or grin
i just sit there staring hopelessly
a love-sick fool in lust
Author notes
5) The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
~Henry Miller
not sure how well i stuck to the quote. wrote this bout a girl i knew last semester at school, sadly she was already married when i met her, hence the title.
A contest entry
- ♥Sensual, Dark, Mysterious♥ by emotina.
450 points, ended June 24, 2008, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Forbidden fruits the path of most resistance
How difficult it is to relenquish the thought of one day tasting that forbiddne fruit. You know the one, it sits in the very back of your mind, never too far from the surface when all it takes is to see her gentle face. It is no secret that this is a world of sinners yet some might find comfort in the moment and not the fruition.
I like it, I like it so!
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very good,,,the forbidden fruits always the sweetest
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