You Scatter My SensesA Poem by LenaIve heard it said, the only way to get rid of a temptation is to give into it.You Scatter My Senses I didn’t see you coming, didn’t feel your presence Didn’t sense your nature, your quintessential essence You disarm my defenses You assault my being with your appealing physique, Yes I am seeing, the intent of your resolve Have all my barriers melt away and dissolve You, you rattle my nerves and you unravel my reserves Hypnotized and drawn by your flame, those dancing embers flickering deep inside I fall into the fathomless depth of your eyes With only your touch, I whimper, in ecstasy I cry. Like the warmth and glow of burning Coals, Like the Power in an eruption of Pure Black Gold Inviting, yes Inciting an answering explosion from the Fire in my Soul Mesmerized and intertwined in this passionate dance. In the throes of temptation, should I, should you, should we risk that chance Yes you make “Dull” the sharp “No” of my response You devoir me, Nullifying the negative and making unsure my position, my stance The implications of your touch, the devastation of you embrace I become as the blind, lead by the rhythm my heart’s pace The consequences of this Lust Carefully consider and do not rush Oh how you draw a forbidden response from me, I squirm and I plea Yes, the heat from my nature rise, and I become focused on the prize Should I unleash the beast that lies within? Release that Alter-ego and DAMNED the Sin? Enamored by your mystique, Enraptured by your expertise, your technique, I long to be taken by your restrained savagery, With intense actions, achieving multiple points of satisfaction, Provoking in me an answering reaction, Oh please let me express my gratification
Needy & Greedy is this desire to be fed So long on this journey we both have been led To the table for feasting, engorged and pleasing Should we delve into our repertoire of love making tricks? Consider our obligations amid this addiction; we’re caught between and betwixt Enticed and entangled, we’re captured and enthralled But, Exhilarating can be the ride that leads to a terrible fall In the wreckage and in the wake, there’ll be no solace left to take The overwhelming sensation will be that of Fear Now stop, think long and hard before you dare Too late it will be for despair, too broken, too damaged to repair The repercussions would harm those for whom we say we care Please, listen to your instinct; take heed this warning, “STAND CLEAR” Yes, you scatter MY senses but let your Senses BEWARE! © 2008 LenaFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on February 24, 2008 Last Updated on February 24, 2008 AuthorLenaOviedo, FLAboutIt's about my words, not me. Who I am is not important. What I feel, when I feel it, that's what I put out there. more..Writing
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