Trouble...A Poem by Stephanie Srough draft,,,need to fix,,,I knew from the very first moment i saw him... that he was nothing but trouble.... And i knew, that nothing good would come from this, but i couldnt hold myself back... and to his bad intentions, i couldnt resist.....
and I am supposed to be wiser now more experienced and mature, but sometimes self control really can be such a chore....
And i think to myself, "i can handle this", "I will be just fine", and besides, the differnce between love and lust can be so easily defined, and I can so easily... hold myself back from crossing that line... and this all may sound so simple when I recite it in my head, but what happens as i continue to share this intamate act with him over and over again inside his bed.
so i try to proceed with caution and try not to expect too much, except -lustful, erotic satisfaction.. with his passionate touch...
and as i take great pleasure in this carnal delight, it only makes it a little bit harder for me to tell the difference between what may seem wrong or right....
and as i continue to surrender to his power, and I give him my body, which he so devinely devours, and as it feels so enticing, tantalizing, and exciting - even if it may be wrong, I cant stop myself now... and I just let it continue on....
and as I allow myself to become his prey, and find it even more relieving and hypnotic to loose myself to him in this physicslal way....
well i only allow myself to become more addicted and even more obsessed to share with him this act of lust and sin and this makes it that much harder to adhere to my voice of reason that scolds and warns me from within...
and now the more i get, the more i crave... making myself, more of his slave....
and god forbid! I should end up wanting this to now mean more or what if? my original expectations should somehow change from what they were before .... well as soon as he learns of any of this he would run like hell, right out that door....
so as i keep giving in to this shallow desire that now inside me so strongly churns and burns,,,, - I only keep allowing myself to elude the fact .... that this will just turn into one more lesson learned.... and I will inevitably, end up left alone... to clean up the broken pieces, - of my heart after it is, rejected and spurned.... © 2009 Stephanie S |
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2 Reviews Added on March 21, 2009 Last Updated on May 20, 2009 AuthorStephanie Sny, NYAbout"I want to feel passion, i want to feel pain, i want to weep at the sound of your name....come make me laugh, come make me cry,,,just make me feel alive!" i find myself writing from time to time, an.. more..Writing
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