Futile

Mornings are best served when the program is disturbed ;-)

 

And as I said goodbye

she simply said “No”

the grip from her heart simply wouldn’t let go

her passion and desire kicked and screamed

as her eyes held dual swords of determination

and my plans became likened to battle

 

it seemed

as if every attempt I made to depart

attacked and wounded her gentle heart

I couldn’t move watching her battle start

a dance unrehearsed of fluid flailing about

was the course her love took and it had me shook

strikes and poses of a caring warning took

me out of my programmed daily cool

 

She came close and her touch ignited

“But, baby, I gotta…”

the flames consumed my breath

couldn’t fight the flames so I started to sweat

glanced down into her eyes and she pleaded,

 

“Don’t let me scrounge around for leftover pieces”

Our romantic past legend had left lustful remains

her lips wanted revenge for the beautiful destruction I give

I gave and as her hips swayed her intense look laid me down

 

VENGENANCE IS MINE

became the line her heart repeated

and as her heart greeted me again

my breath returned to finish the line…

“…go to work”

 

Reviews

[khweli]

Ahh talk about a beautiful battle!

( And this right here is the reason why im anticipating your new book .)

Love Lives :)

[Matthew V. H.]

what i wouldn't give to have this happen to me.

good job. I love the "battle" and how it is drawn out.

good job.
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