- Erotic Poetry
- Cruel Is Unrequited Love
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Cruel, the game you like to play
Juice me up, then run away
Take me to the very edge
Leave me swaying on the ledge
Never knowing where I stand
Waiting for your next command
Love is nowhere to be found
Wicked lust is all around
Trying, crying, day and night
No relief, just constant fight
Shivering, shaking with desire
Every thought just fuels the fire
Wanting, needing only you
No one else will ever do
So exciting, chemistry
Cuts right through the core of me
Waiting, praying with false hope
Suspended, mid-air, with no rope
Cruel, the game you like to play.....
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 17 years agoIt's hard for women to lean the difference LUST and LOVE. Especially those full of fuck lust themselves. Enjoy the fucking and learn to love. Nice poem.
Nasty Karl
KOLKOREabout 17 years agoThe unrequited love, you justifiably bemoan is to yourself, //
Not to the man, the one to whom you still return//
After round number two or three or four of a game//
You learned to hate. It’s you, Alas. that you do not love!//
It’s you, Oh moan, that you throw to be toyed, then thrown,//
As unloved as you feel you deserve to be//
Prey, teach yourself how to love //
Every bit of yourself, and before//
You know it suddenly you will be//
Surrounded by men women and kids//
Who love you almost as you!
LeBrozabout 17 years agoCruelly playing a game of lust; not even going anywhere near any semblance of hoped for love.
