To want someone with all
that you have
Is one of those rare things
in life
Finding a woman who makes
you want
To be better than you are
today, tomorrow
A rare gift in life, one of
those things we all desire.
I found her, when I least
expected to
Lying nude on her bed after
sex
My body drained from the
intense workout
My mind wandering around
the room
But my eyes always finding
her.
Mesmerized by her beauty
The intensity of her smile,
The depth in her eyes.
I saw and felt myself fall
Falling not being truly
appropriate for
I stumbled left and right
Surrounded by so much light
My heart opening up to
receive her
My mind absorbing
everything about her.
Her tattoos speaking of her
depth,
Her hands that minutes
before had been touching me,
Those beautiful long
fingers deep inside me
The arch of her back when
she was on top of me
How could I help the slow
but steady falling?
Her voice drove me to my
knees
And all I wanted was to lay
there in her bed forever
And do her each and every
bidding
I felt and saw it, but
didn’t believe or accept it
I fought it in the
beginning when I first realized
What this swooning feeling
was
Tried to dispel the belief
that she was IT
But the harder I tried, the
harder I fell
Soon I was swimming in a
sea of emotions
Her every word I hang on to
Her every desire I wanted
to fulfill
She was in everything I did
or hoped to do
She was in every though
that crossed my mind
My mind went into overdrive
Trying to device ways to
make her mine
Wanting to be her punching
bag when need be
Her whore when the urge
arose
Her queen in every right
Never once letting myself
be convinced it was in vain.
Was I really so good at
playing dumb?
Or was she just blind to
the facts at hand?
I asked myself o’er and
o’er again
Yet still the emotions
persisted
And the sea I swam
threatened to pull me under
I tried my way, but I was
not making any progress
I went out of my way to
have her by her terms
For just to see her smile
made my day
To hear her voice made my
heart race
To be around her filled my
senses
And being with her? Don’t
get me started
But the stolen kisses,
stolen moments
Stolen juices running down
my thighs
Didn’t fill the void, only
made it bigger
The emptiness echoed inside
me
The pain of having yet not
having reverberated in me
I had choices,
I have choices,
But how does an indecisive
Libra make up their mind?
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