Harnessed lust tears at restraint.
How his lips do entice.
Heated breaths she can't contain.
On this day she writes...
Dear velleity, as you read, my heart is a quiver.
Unbound to me by cupids game, know he will not deliver.
Inhaling just the thought of us drenched in bibles shame.
Brings the world to a hush, pounding silent rain.
Envy tears you'll never see, upon my lips I swear...
...these drops of us mean more to me than you, for whom I've never cared.
Release me from your yanking glimpse.
Add vile to your scent.
For a married woman dies loyal, relieved from any tempt.
Please marry well and love her true.
Bear daughters pure and wise.
I to him and she to you, but only you will have my eyes.
Author notes
velleity-
1. volition in its weakest form.
2. a mere wish, unaccompanied by an effort to obtain it.
Comments
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This was amazing. Your emotions and thoughts poured from your head to your fingers and created an amazing amazing AMAZING poem.
Good job from the Peppy Happy Crew.
xx
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Thank you so much! You made my afternoon.
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