Tortured

Just a poem

Her hair flows gently caressing her breast

Her eyes dance with laughter as she tortures you at best

The sound of the her voice caress my heart

I knew the vision of her

pitter patter, pitter patter from the start

As I glance at her aside from the rest

I am still enchanted, but her beauty will put my patience to the test

Torture at last

The future appears as the past

Reviews

[Lainey]

Nice poem, Barbara.

[Too Me]

You have expressed your emotions beautifully, well done! *Lana*

[Pyrallis]

so let me be your reminder
let me make the mistake for you
cuz i've learned she wasn't worth it
and i've learned that patience is a virtue