Desire

Desire

A Poem by Lakurie

There we are... the two of us on the couch

Were we watching T.V? A movie perhaps?

Or were we listening to music? Reminiscing?

It doesn't mater what we were doing,

It matters what we are about to do.

Invisible, it comes in the air,

We breath it in, and slowly it makes its effect

It makes its way into our bodies, and we feel it...

Suddenly I'm aware: my senses awaken.

I feel our touch, all this time i hadn't noticed

You were sitting, and resting your arm on the couch,

Your arm behind my back... I’m aware...

The air, we feel it, it becomes more and more obvious,

The room is getting filled with it...

Desire...

I notice my breath change, shorter, faster,

I’m less and less in control of it

My sense of touch sharpens, and I notice

Our hips touching, our shoulders touching

All this time we were sitting side by side...

I notice it now.  I feel the heartbeat in my body

I hear it in my ears... i feel it in my chest

That involuntary action of a heart beat

Ignored otherwise is now impossible to disregard

I feel it... my lips feel it... and my breath quickens...

All of this is happening so fast

So sudden, all of this I try to hide.

I’m unsure if you feel it too, till you turn.

Suddenly you are facing me, and embracing me

Holding me close, one hand behind my head

Pulling me closer into that embrace

Your other hand wanders around my body

And my fingers in return go off and explore, the textures

Rough and dry on your clothes, warm and soft on your skin

And I catch a movement, an involuntary movement, a twitch

My finger, my wrist... my body’s excited and I can’t hide it

We feel it, in the air, deeper and deeper in our selves.

Desire...

This part... I love this part, even though

I’m not sure if you know just how much I enjoy it

Whether you know it or not, it doesn’t matter,

It is something you do, and I enjoy it.

Do you do it to please me? Is that why you do it?

Or do you do it because you know, that when you do that

There is nothing you’d ask me to do I could say "no" to.

It doesn’t matter; you are about to do it:

You stand up as I feel your arms holding on to me

You lift me, and I tightly wrap my thighs around your hips

And with that simple lift you made me yours...

I feel you desire me... I know you desire me...

And I’m glad, because my desire for you grows.

You walk to the room, carrying me still,

Still kissing me, still pressing me against you

Hip to hip we are, my thighs holding on to you tight

My body quivers with excitement,

I close my eyes, I don’t need to see, I feel.

I feel... its effects, how it affects...

Desire.

We are inside the room, inside the safety and privacy

Of those four silent walls, witnesses of us,

Our present... they see but won’t talk.

It is then when I think about what is to come

And I know, that it will be good; really, real good.

You put me down in the bed and I lay there,

Eyes still close, I don’t want to open them...

I don’t want to open them... because I know...

I know what is about to come.

I arch my back, but not because of pleasure

It is because of frustration... my eyes are closed

And I do not want to open them...I can’t go on.

I open my eyes as I exhale the air

I had been holding on my breath

I look around and I lay there, alone

Inside those four inclosing walls.

You are not there, and my breath changes

To a slow and deep movement, my senses numb

You, don't exist- and if you do I haven’t met you

As I lay there I come to the realization, again,

That this, was nothing other than a fantasy

The most cherished of them all,

A desire of my own.

© 2012 Lakurie


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Great poem. I loved the beginning how you made desire look like a drug. Then it all increases on intensity till finally it comes to a crushing end, thou sad it was brilliant.
The only think I can point out is the formating. Maybe dividing it into stanzas (parts) to clearly indicate the breaking points, but on the other hand you did that well with: "Desire..."
Keep up the good work!

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Phew...great building of this story. Had me with you through each change in the atmosphere!!

Understood the ending as well...sometimes, it's best when we are alone ;-)

Posted 15 Years Ago


Great poem. I loved the beginning how you made desire look like a drug. Then it all increases on intensity till finally it comes to a crushing end, thou sad it was brilliant.
The only think I can point out is the formating. Maybe dividing it into stanzas (parts) to clearly indicate the breaking points, but on the other hand you did that well with: "Desire..."
Keep up the good work!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

really loved the poem. i liked how you had shift the mood. :) keep up the good work!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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