I stopped wanting to be with you again
Wanting your gentle hands on my delicate form
Dragging out the pleasures from their hiding places
Your lips nibbling away at all my self restraint
Your sweet breath mingling with mine
Dizzy intoxication of your kisses
Defining every pause
passion dripping from every pore
Renewing the lustful wantonness of my desire for you
as I relinquish myself to your touch
again and again
I stopped wanting to be with you
Must you tease
and tear down my restraints . . .
when you can never have me
and I’ll never be yours
again
I stopped . . .
Unleash me from this fiery madness
That burns within us
the passionate bond imprinted on our subconscious
drawing us together
The circle of desire gripping and destroying us both
You MUST let me go…
Filed under: poetry
Oh my goodness! Time will heal and you’ll jump from the darkness into the sunlight! Damn, I hate the feelings you describe through your words…it can be like hell! Writing stuff down does help, I guess. All I can say is that I wish you well and hope things get sorted out.
Feelings can be such a bothersome tool sometimes
There is no going back…
there’s the undenying reality and a love too shameful to embrace
Surprisingly, I can relate! :/
@ Fatima
i just like the flow of words