Set paces from my foot
Watching the couple escape from sacred ground
I gaze into such daring eyes
Wasn't even the launch of something pleasant
Our wasted months falling for temptations of others
And our hearts were set in lust and regret
My feelings for him escalated as we conferred about his broken heart,
With a third figure
We created a relationship
Through the bounds of discussion and discrete friendship
I felt like the counsellor
And the manipulated associate
As time progressed, the short term of lust died
Then rose again for a forth figure
The relationship was subtle, confusing
and a failure.
Square 1 at the heart of misery and disposition
My soul felt re-claimed and my legs felt free
Instead of chained like a captive
A prisoner of my past relationship
He returned to my heart with sweet words
and a glorious smile, with which the angels would bow down to
All burdens aside
All flaws on the floor
Me and him together at once
When our bodies touched
I instantly imagined us disrobed and exposed
Enjoying intimacy, which is wrong
Yet felt so right.
As our naked eyes observe each other
Words that brush against my tongue
Are that we are two souls
lost in the eyes of lust.
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