cc2006 Posted December 4, 2007 Share Posted December 4, 2007 Why must I feel this way? Why is the pain so strong? It grows greater by the day Amazed - I've lasted this long. Pain ... growing by the minute I care more than I dare admit. Time may heal all wounds but this, I yearn still for her kiss. Soft lips, met, and longing release. Tears, fears .. god why won't it cease? Oh, for just a gentle touch I'd give the world, and much ... much more. I yearn for more. Life takes its toll, it bleeds me dry But somehow holds; yet I could die a thousand times if it meant just one simple moment with you. Lust penetrates as fire surges with desire, consuming all it needs; I tire tire - of denying the thought of consuming you. ------------- LOL - I found a whole disk of my old poetry from years ago recently. Link to comment
keenan Posted December 5, 2007 Share Posted December 5, 2007 Elements. As in...elements of nature = fire and water, whereas elements of love = pain and lust. Link to comment
Nixee Posted December 5, 2007 Share Posted December 5, 2007 So is this old or new? But seriously... I like. Good gravy you know I know how it feels. Writing helps so much and such beautiful things come of it. Some of the best parts of humanity in my opinion. Please keep it up. Link to comment
cc2006 Posted December 5, 2007 Author Share Posted December 5, 2007 Hmm ... keenan, I like it .. thanks Nix Its old, from my angst'y highschool days .. hat one doesn't have a date on it though so not sure when exactly it was written. That poem was one I feel kinda' .. two sided about. If I read it slow and pause at the end of each line I don't like it ... if I read it fast and straight through ... I like it. lol What else do I have ... hmm ... got this one ... its racy? .. lol ... ---------- To pre-moistened lips, a sudden kiss; heaving chest is met with fist; resist .. yet you do not wish it stopped .. the fist dropped. A sigh escapes - last defiant petition less is the urge for true resistance, to lustful whim you cede; .. give into the need. Trailing breath .. heaving breast; passion fuels as senses test their most distant bounds .. and beyond. Silence shattered - impassioned cries; clouded .. hunger-driven eyes meet equally yearning eyes .. as fire flows. ~9-3-'98 Link to comment
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