I am human and I need to be lovedI love to kiss you when he calls,
You hide your moans while he tells all
About his day in dull detail,
You try your hardest not to wail
As you succumb, drowning in bites
Iíve buried in your neck. Despite
All this, on the other end he
Is clueless, satisfied plenty,
Enamored even. Youíre faking,
But thatís the thrill weíre partaking
In. And what he thinks is interest
In him is me fondling your breasts.
Your eyes hypnotize, he canít know
Where and how much Iíve had you though
I wish he did. I wish he knew.
What would he say, I sometimes muse?
Slithered in you like snake to Eve
Meanwhile Adam knows not to grieve.
And grievous harm it might just cause
But you play along without pause,
For thatís the game. He'll never know,
For Queens walk to a different flow.
And fair you are, though you reply,
Respond to his words day or night,
Continue the conversation
After coitusís cessation.
And itís so cruel, why do you chase
Bergerac when Don Juan makes haste
To please you? Oh, how you act shy,
(Adulteryís not your sole vice)
When I ask why you play our hearts,
Canít one sole, one soul still but smart
Your desires, dear one? Play victim
Lay down another truth, your art
Is artifice thatís aimed to start
Smarting tingles that pierce my soul.
The words you speak are never whole.
Shifting words, your oratory
Crafts despair, this pairís not lasting,
For one of us will leave. Though now
I sip sweet kisses you bestow,
And we both know that this is lust
I love it when we pretend just
For moments few deep in the night
That you are mine and weíre alright.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2017-12-10 at 01:10
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