They look at me with eyes of scandalous glares
Their judgment already made of me
Without even knowing my name
They see me as a fool for the way I believe
That I chose to write what is in my heart
Things which they say can never get me anywhere
But they do not see how necessary my words are to me
To breath, to live without them I can not
Women say I am a pervert, a sex fiend,
For I show love through the acts of passion
Longing to feel the warmth of a woman’s body against mine
The taste of her kiss upon my lips
As we whisper I love you in each others ear
Feeling a closeness between us
That I have search for all my life
And now found within the green eyes of a maiden
That I so proudly call my love
Yes I am a physical being
Longing to feel the touch of a woman’s body against mine
As the world around us melts away around us
And only our love is left
Creating a world of our own
They ask me who I think that I am
And I say to them proudly
I am a romantic that longs to shower the woman I love
And a poet that speaks out my heart and mind
For that is what I long to have it done
But they don’t understand me at all
And in a way I don’t care for this is my life
Never needing to answer to anyone…but myself.
A contest entry
- versatility by littlegirlapril.
1250 points, ended November 21, 2009, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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i like this. the undeniable passion and love for the one you care most is insurmountable. wonderful. thanks for the entry
<3littlegirl -
A wonderful sharing this is!
I live by the old saying "be true to yourself"
I live my life in the ways that please me and my God; not for any other
Your write is very well spoken, hon
Wishing you the best of all there is!
Sandy


