Lust Lost Love [ Story Format ]

As she sits against the door as he walks away she realizes that he is the best thing that has ever happened to her. He was everything she ever dreamed and their love was so strong that the thickest thing couldn’t come between. And try to tear their love apart, she sat there, cried and thought about the days he made her smile or the days that they chose baby names for their make believe child. She knew she would do nothing to hurt him but couldn’t make that promise. He never swore, always loved and was completely honest. She couldn’t fight the tears that fell on her face or the ache in her heart that she couldn’t erase. She made her bed which consisted of lies and now she is left with a complete stranger that she despises and a kid within her that is his. But she wants it to be HIS... not that one, but the one that she loved. The one she cheated on the one that never abused her. The one that never touched her in a way she didn’t like. The one who comforted her though the sleepless nights. The one who held her and told her it would be alright and he would be there forever, and never leave her sight. Until the end of time. But she assumes her time is up because he is walking out of the door. She says silently I want you back, I need you more than ever before. But he couldn’t hear her silent words through the black cold door. The door that resembled his heart. The door that would forever separate them, that would forever keep them apart. Him sitting on the other side, sitting Indian style asking the lord why. His tears ran longer than the limitless shore, he pounded his heavy fist on the door and fell back as he remincied kissing her sweet lips that resembled a Hershey’s kiss. No other woman in the world could ever replace her. The world’s biggest eraser couldn't erase her. A good man affected, rejected and disrespected all because he LOST his LOVE to LUST. 


© 2010 by B.Gates . All rights reserved.

I'm Ready

My heart longs for love

But love doesn’t love me

I look around for it

But some one told me that love loves nobody

That is hard to believe

When people conceive

Precious children

Even Adam and Eve

Despite the tree

Know what it is to love

So I ask myself Why not me

As I look for love beyond the birds and the bees

The sweet smell of honeysuckle and nectarines

Is what I envision love to taste like

The feel I imagine to be as real as satin

Sweeter than sugar; Spicer than the Latin

Flavor that I adore.

I promise if love showed up on my front door

I will love Love like love never loved before

© 2010 by B.Gates . All rights reserved.

Complex Girl

Only if you knew what I’ve been through

You would know how to respond

To a woman that is scorned

Scorned by all the things said and done

You wouldn’t run

But instead console me

Hold me

And tell me that I am your one and only

Travel with me back into time

Where thoughts and feelings are intertwined

With emotions and notions to do what feels right

The thoughts that I think will never take flight

Into the night, but I’m metaphorically speaking

As I sit and think about the thoughts that I previously were thinking.

You call me complex

but yet my beauty has you vexed

You’d rather have some one of less intellect

Whose body reminds you of a girl on a video set

Instead of the girl with the scar on her neck

Which is the same girl that you cant understand

The same complex girl that can change your mindset from a boy to a man

The same complex girl that would not have your back

But instead hold your hand

But she is too complex and you are too young for “stress”

 So in the words of Jay Z  you pride fully say “On To The Next”

 © 2010 by Bre'Ana Sheon Gates. All rights reserved.

Hidden Lust

Why must we continue
To act as we  don’t
Look we must, touch we won’t
Its hard to kiss you and not go  on
To look in your eyes
The feeling is so strong
I believe its love
But you spell lust
Kiss on your neck, I have to, I must
What I think is passion, love and desire
Its nothing but lust dressed in all black attire
Looking at you sincerely
I am compelled to touch
Trying to hide this thing called lust
I am tempted to do something
I will immediately regret
At this moment willing to lose moral and respect
All this is due to lust

But my flesh is trying to hide and keep in

What my spirit is trying to push out

Everyone lusts and not one person is perfect no doubt

© Bre’Ana S. Gates