Powerless

Can’t say yes

                To your enveloping embrace…

Cannot agree

                With your sugar covered trickery

Cannot control

                 These tiny shivers of cold…

Can’t foresee

                 What you do to me…

Cannot confess

                 Am I lonely…or obsessed…

Can’t stop

               Once you started this plot

Can’t say yes

                 To the warmest caress

Can’t say no

                  When you ask me if you should go…

                

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

It happens.. your analysis is concise, but at once sharp and needful. That lone 'go' is a lure, Ana..

[Ana B.]

Indeed it is Emma. thank you for stopping by.

[ANTO]

Can't live with them - can't live without them eh, Ana?
So many little dualities penned here that everyone who has ever been touched by the force that is Love, can relate to. The black and red and the font choice is sumptuous luxury and almost erotic. Sorry thats me first thing in the morning.
The last two lines - can't wait to see the back of them because of the loss of control the writer feels when in their sphere of influence - like a spinning moon around its gravitational tractor beam.
Divine writing here Ana.

[Ana B.]

Yep....the struggle one mostly encounters...
thank you for the sweet appreciation ANTO :)

[ANTO]

Its my pleasure Ana. Always :))