I often close my eyes at night and think.
The image of your face always appears before me.
So strong that I can hear your voice,
even smell the scent of your skin [and feel its warmth].
Why must you do this to me?
Leave me sleepless and wondering,
why I love you so
when you took my heart and soul.
Threw them away like unloved toys.
You played me like a game,
and I rejoyced.
[Like a fool I beleived I was your only toy].
I promised myself never again,
You would never, ever win me back.
And yet I'm in your arms still
which is not a statement, but a fact.
Is this feeling lust? Is it love?
I thought I once used to know the difference.
But oh, you have confused me so!!!
That I feel like your mistress.
Please, please my love,
the one who I lust.
Take me in your arms,
take from me my maidenhead.
[or forever let us suffer in our lust.]
No feeling has ever hit me like this before,
yet by the stars and moon I know,
you do not requite this feeling for me.
[and yet I still secretly hope]
As I finally drift to sleep,
I no longer see your face.
But I know I dream of you everynight,
in a sweet lovers' embrace.
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Comments
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hmm it seems to me some one is undecided...arent we all though? we are all stuck inside our own device, and we all hold our own key...
opening doors is a lot easier said than done, however
good write

