I Need

A poem a wrote out of passion and disapointment.

Story book and true

A soft caress of skin

A slow dance to deep hues

Throwing of plastic pins

Fake and revered

Against sullen sad eyes

And ripped ears

What more could one ask for in the on coming years?

 

But a test of ones creation

A study and a trance

Not a taking of the procreation

A pushing, an advance

And when skin is tasted

And blood is spilled

What quota of desire will be filled?

 

More do I desire

Than simple pledges of love

Tastes and humps and doves

More do I feel

Than a little eager to please

To take and drink and feel at ease

And more do I love

Than little love is true

More each day do I love of you

 

A earning

A earning to be true.

 

Reviews

[Marianne]

Nice flow. I enjoyed this. Good job.