Tears of ErosA Poem by butterflyHe is now in bed He just got out of the shower I wonder what he wears In this evening hour I am shy to ask The last time we actually sext Made us more intense We want each other so bad Yet separated by all the oceans and land Soon he will move from Moscow to Ankara This is just a dream When he leaves I will be brave to let go My language of love is quality time How can he speak to me when so busy with work Is this what we want To return to the normal world When so many lovers must stay a part I feel him hold me with his arms I feel him all over my body Its just a dream A work of imaginary i want reality You and me here In the picture I see Tears of Eros As we lose the romantic heros We are not complete zeros There are warriors of a different kind on the front line It is not right to complain I just cant help feel the bite of fear We have lost our ability to love here Every time he throws his arrow it disappears So I sit with Eros and we dry our tears The world evokes so much sadness and madness We ask why God hears us cry He has granted us free will Always He pays the bill When will love come home When can love be mine to hold Why can't Eros make my love stay Oh my heart aches, and still Forever I will adore only you My lips wants to kiss only one My skin longs for the soft touch of his wing Angels have gone I will wait on for my one true love Its hard because these things cant be forced The only star in this storm Remember when you lie in bed True thoughts of each other can keep us truly warm My love will still be there for him to get When he gets out of the shower Look for me in the evening hour I am beside my lover For there is no want of any other We are full of our insatiable hunger As we explore an ancient wonder Love is patient Love is kind Love is wild It will burn us with its flame Only making us crave it again Love fall on me like rain Drown me in Brown Let his love anchor me now His long and deep kiss, Sweet eternal bliss That is the true sacred heaven sent gift No money could buy I feel free when Brown is online Saying "good morning honey" The sweetness in the words cant be bought with money Those words are so romantic and deep The bleak often stop acting so sweet Keep on with the need and I will too Near or far I am always with you But only God can grant this dream Life goes on here What is a lonely girl like me to do How do I keep on without you There is nothing more to do Forever I adore only you Till then I will disappear Under the umbrella of Eros tears © 2020 butterfly |
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