But I'll Make Love To You;

do you miss me?

Green eyes, wrapped in midnight

Wrapped in bedsheets of yours

I know you miss me, of course

does it still hurt?

does it still burn?

do her lips taste like fire

since your only desire

is me in your bed?

I'm always in your head

the darkness can't erase

what you really want to chase

we're not in love

but I’ll make love to you

She won’t exist at midnight

Only I do

It’s the only time I catch myself

Falling for you

Maybe it’s the stars

That shine in your eyes

Or maybe it’s the way the darkness

Erases your lies

Do you miss me

When you see her

Does the thought of my touch

Give you that fever

Make you a heavy breather

Now I ain’t a seeker

For love

But I’ll make love to you

Author's Note

little different style than what I usually write...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked this poem. Nice flow of thoughts leading to perfect ending.
"Now I ain’t a seeker
For love
But I’ll make love to you"
I liked the above lines. Rare gift when someone make love to you. Thank you C. for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote