06 Jan


Her eyes have their own vocabulary. And I am willing to learn.

When you look at me like that
I have to wonder
Are you aware?
Of the heat in your eyes?

When you touch me gently
I ask myself slowly
Do you know
How much i desire you?

And when you hold back
I back away slowly
Knowing deep down
Any step further
And i can’t undo
The wave of desire
Sweeping over me

You are my kryptonite
In deceptive calm


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Posted by on January 6, 2015 in Muse, Poetry, Uncategorized


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