I hold your face close tomy neck while you come;Your lips, your breath, my hairs on end;Over your shoulder, from her picture on your shelf,she catches my eye.And holds it.
(In my defence, I would like to add…they were on a break!)
guilt infatuation infidelity poem
Very disturbing in a way. It’s almost like you have switched places. Transfixed in both identities – if that makes any sense.
I suppose you put your finger on it there Kmuzu – it’s hard to misbehave when you have the ability to put yourself in the shoes of the wronged party…
I like it; the simplicity of the poem juxtaposed against the complexity of the situation.
Incredible!!! Painful and pleasureable. Who knows…
wow, funny how you caught this perfectly…i feel like i have to confess to some of the things ive done…
Thanks Lynauklet and Lawalker for your comments, and Alyssa – let me know when you’ve uploaded YOUR confessions! :-)
This poem really-really can just blow “ME” away!
Packs a powerful sting. Fun.
simply put but sexually powerful
Wonderfully dangerous, some great feelings…!
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