Desire

By Angie306

Wed, 12 Aug 2020
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The bones trembled in desire 

Hearts were never torn by this fire 

Burning our skin with every touch 

Not wanting, but wanting it all

As our lips met turning into ashes 

Behind closed doors 

We let this feeling get a hold on us 

 

The eyes had never spoken about love 

Leaving me be the one who risked it all 

In this unfair game we played

I chose to lose anyway 

For your kiss is my perdition 

And your skin is my prison. 

 

Certificate 18
Poem
The Withering Heart
Romance
Drama
Other Fiction
Love

Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

You have certainly packed some drama into this piece Angie306. Could you please confirm that great pic you chose is copyright free? Thanks

 

Submitted by Angie306 on

Yes the picture is copyright free. I picked it from Pexels. https://www.pexels.com/photo/close-up-photo-of-couple-with-their-eyes-cl...

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Thanks for letting me know smiley

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

sensuous passionate gentle ... does sound heavenly, but they tell me it's supposed to be more like a bulldog eating porridge- not me that says so I heard it from my firemen friends. Just a typo "my skin is my prison?"

Nice poem, Tom