Tears of Eros

Tears of Eros

A Poem by butterfly

He 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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Added on May 6, 2020
Last Updated on May 6, 2020

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