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
Your poetry seems to not be self-absorbed. This is the second one I read, and it once again delivers a message; a lesson. You are a great writer. You know how to convey your feelings well in your pieces, and your rhyme structure is original.
ReplyDeleteThese read like Spoken Word. Keep on posting goodness on this blog! Two thumbs Up.