"Mistress L"A Poem by aaronmy greatest sin, my closet enemy...She calls to me.
Her smell. Like a rose.
Her skin, As soft as the blue sky.
Her voice, Like a sirens.
She asks for me when I’m with others. She beacons me when I’m alone.
She tries to hold me. But I deny.
I try to fight. But find myself in her bed, Once again.
It sickens me. For when I wake, She is there smiling. Claiming I’m no saint.
I can’t look her in the eye, When I see her with another.
I can’t look her in the eye and defy her.
So now I find myself running. When she is at my door.
It is not cowardly fear, But rather, The only path she leaves me.
If I do fight, I find myself with her the next morning.
What do I do...? For she haunts me. And will not let me be.
She is my sin,
My burden.
She is, My mistress. © 2019 aaronAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthoraaronSan Antonio, TXAboutHey all! My name is Aaron G. I just got back to this sight and edited all my poems. Mostly grammar and flow. However I’m glad to be back, and hopefully while I’m at work I can come up with.. more..Writing
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