Seed for Need

Need I say more?

Festering feelings, holding back
I clutch myself as my heart attacks
Is it love that my body lacks?
Your eyes will never cut me slack.
Between my thighs you plant your seed
And in your actions I see no need
for the blood that flows between my legs
And your lips only that plead and beg

Your hands are rude, Too rough for comfort
Touching me, leaving rug burns.
The stocatto of your breath is not from passion
But from the climax you wear like fashion.
Bury your secrets in my bed
You smile as you rest your head
I cry alone tonight, again
And wonder where your heart has been.

Reviews

[Iota]

Yes it is always obvious when one is going through the motions of making of love without investing in the emotional connection. It is like sleeping with a rock that gives empty pleasures before it hits the oceans bottom. Excellent write, enjoyed it.

[Coyote Poetry]

The body can control the mind. In life we learn sometime too late to be gentle and thankful. A powerful poem. Love takes years to understand. If I knew what I know today. Life would of been a lot better. A sad poem but we must learn from experience.
Coyote