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Click hereShe’s in my head,
But I’m not in love
She haunts my dreams,
This is obsession, not love
With my body I serve her,
But she does not own my heart
I wait with baited breath for just one word
This is but a mere infatuation
She has the voice of an angel,
But I will not fall for her witchery
Her scent is intoxicating,
Drugging me will not make me confess
She tastes of sexual pleasures,
It is lust I feel, not love
Her declaration of love does not convince me
I know I’m not in love....I just can’t be
I know its not Love.. its LUST..lust...lust...lust. But I don't want to stop... Terrific, I love this wee poem. Kudo's to marie
Infatuation? Obsession? Sure sounds like love to me, perhaps with a little lust tossed in to confuse matters a tad. BTW, it should read "bated breath".
The walls that are up
are hard to bring down.
I put them up for reasons
of protection against the hurt.
However you bring them down
little by little everyday.
I can only hope that you have the patience
to see this through for the rewards that follow.
Yours,
Thirsty1