Collision

collision

He struggles with doing the right thing

He wants to let her go

Knows he isn’t doing right by her

 

But when he sees her

His heart speeds up

The anticipation he feels

At knowing how she can make him feel

Keeps him coming back

 

He knows it’s not love

He knows it’s not friendship

All he knows is the how the touch of her hand

On his skin

Makes him shiver

How her whisper in his ear

Heats up his body

How when their lips touch

His mind forgets everything

The longing in her eyes

Makes him feel invincible

Her hand trailing down his arm

Reminds him of the pleasures

She alone can give him

 

His body is hers

She knows that

 

His mind shuts down

And he allows his body to lead

She knows that as well

 

They collide

Only for a moment

But those are the moments

He can’t forget

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Portrait of Lies

From my poetry notebook…This Ain’t Shakespeare.

portrait of lies

Your eyes see a picture of perfection

But buried beneath the beautiful package

Is something outside the truth

 

Secrets, lies and deception

All tumble over one another

In a wildly beating heart

 

A heart panicked

At the thought of discovery

And the inevitable destination

Of a loss of a life

Carefully crafted

 

A smile tricked out at the corners

Speaks of a lover kept secret

 

Eyes gazing into a memory of

Citrusy rooms and paisley bedspreads

Where two bodies writhe in desperate abandon

 

Chasing away lost hopes and daily drudgery

Looking to find a past youth

And forgotten excitement

 

But ends up with guilt weighing heavily

As true love smiles tenderly

From a portrait of perfection

 

Temptation

From my poetry notebook…This Ain’t Shakespeare.

temptation

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Long lashes lowered.

Full lips over a knowing smile.

Flowing tresses that tease with their softness.

Curves that entice with her every move.

Open and willing, flaunting her needs.

Encouraging, suggesting, ignoring his ring.

****

No one will miss it.

It’s just a few dollars.

They have so much.

She has so little.

The children need shoes.

There’s no food in the cupboards and the rent is due.

So easy to slip the money,

From the cash drawer into her pocket.

****

The doctor says no.

Anymore and he’ll die.

But the need is so strong.

The struggle so fierce.

The addiction controls his every move.

****

Temptation is thrown at us from everywhere.

How we respond to it is our choice.