Tough Love
A soft scintilla of skin,begins with two lush lips locked lustfully
breaking the aching tension,
suspension ends.
Trusting me, you give me
the key to get in to the place
I never have been.
Pinned to the wall,
you have me falling for all
that you are.
Jarred by the rush, blushing
I'm crushed by the heavy dependency
of love.
You taste fragrant.
As I lazily lay back
your face grazes mine
sublimely, finally eye to eye
in tight proximity you give into me
and me to you like two lovers hewn from
Rodin's stone.
Not an utterance spoken
As broken defences lie unmended
we pretend there's no end to this thing we've started
Whole heartedly throwing
ourselves into throes that render us
glowing and spent.
Then all is still.
Insistent that this does not desist
but remains, exists and thrills
We go on, too long.
Desperate to right past wrongs
prove that we can keep it alive
we drive on.
It dives and dies.
Crashes and burns.
Yearning turns to spurned
advances.
Chances rebuffed.
Love's tough.
Poetry by la tristesse
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Written on 2012-06-17 at 17:27
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