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No Longer Pure; Struggling

Vital organ pumping blood
Full of passion
Kisses becoming hard to control
Memories of the past coming to mind..
The past... when I was innocent and pure...
Before my innocence was taken
With no regrets

Pulsating love; finding no lies
Innocence gone; no more tries
Memories flicker, but what do I care?
Enjoying the sensation of your hands in my hair

Your kisses drive me crazy
Absolutely insane
Ignoring the hunger,
Should I remain?

Back when my blood was pure
I never had this struggle
Now I struggle more than I ever had before
Love and passion enveloping me
Feelings I've never had before
That I never want to get rid of

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  • delightfulmess silver member
    November 21, 2008

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    Oooh I loved the second stanza!
    Well done and very fitting for the contest.

    Thank you for entering.


    Delila


  • sunoir
    November 16, 2008
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    Yep you can never go back...I understand totally.


  • AsheAngel
    November 14, 2008
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    Very nice write a little odd but very descriptive


  • Pure Thought silver member
    November 13, 2008

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    LAst line wraps it nicely. HAving once lost 'it' , we all seem to want to return to the feelings we get with sex.


  • shad0fx
    November 13, 2008

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    Nice Poem

    I agree with LordDeMarco, though i would add that it touches us, and it curses us. We fear it because we know it's timing is crucial, yet we enjoy it and know it's right when it happens because nothing feels quite as special. Lingering doubt, lingering fear, all gone when wrapped up in the moment, cherished times. Times we never want to end, Times we can't wait to happen again. Times we are afraid that will never happen again because of foolishness, or fears.

    Indeed a very good poem. kind of makes me miss those special times.


  • LordDeMarco
    November 13, 2008

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    Impressive Continued

    Love this poem friend. Though it's about your past and it says "personal" thanks so much for sharing it with us simple folk here on AllPoetry. Sounds like quite a time in your past. i think we've all been there at one time or another, sharing in a moment of passion with someone special. It touches us all really.


  • LordDeMarco
    November 13, 2008
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    impressive

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