My Face Turns Red

Please never think you’re another

To be thrown aside without a care

This isn’t some one and done

No fanciful fling of an affair

You must have come from the cloudy place

The heavens are short a friend

Although I expected this journey alone

Here you are mysterious winged friend

With a scent too distinct to describe

I’ll do my best to be good

Yet there’s this look behind your eye

Telling me that I should

My face turns red

From all that dances in your mind

Though not a single ounce of judgment

Not a bit from me you will find

In fact I grin knowing how deep this goes

Wondering how much you would want

Or is this lust at its finest hour

That is the culprit of this taunt

But the way I sense your spirit hold mine

There is no way to lie about that feeling

Which one of us is a fool

Which one of us is concealing

Should I be ashamed to wonder

If our lips ever had a place

Or would this behavior disturb you

And turn me into a disgrace

Yet back and forth in my mind you are

Perhaps in more ways than one

Imagines of spreading your legs

Begging me for some fun

To kiss your neck

Running hands down your spine

While never once

Demanding that you be mine

To dampen such a spirit

With the mileage I’ve had to walk

You’ll never know

How much it means to hear you talk

If you could be alright with my ways of life

To allow me to hold you tight

To know your body as I know your soul

For our connection to reach all its might

I’m better than begging for you to say the same

For neither one of our feelings are tame

Reviews

[living lavender]

stunning. i couldn't look away. the passion dripping off each line.
damn.
my absolute favorite:

"To kiss your neck
Running hands down your spine
While never once
Demanding that you be mine"

{loving someone for the sake of love. nothing more. how poetic.}
this piece held me captive.

[Kane Hagwood]

Thank you so much! This poem just sorta wrote itself, and as always, came from the heart. Being here has been good encouragement to strengthen my poetry muscles, even with the shyness of the poetry. I'm glad you liked it :)