I can feel the resentment pulsing off you,
bitter for the passion I could not be.
I used you.
While you were seeking deeply within me.
I think I had more thrill, in...the thought of you.
I had hoped your lips tasted like mangoes,
from the Caribbean sun-kissed trees.
There was such an igniting fire in your kisses.
First, with a sense of hunger
and urgency - like a starved middle child.
Then,
a with a wave of calm and sincerity.
It felt good to be the want, but it's better to be the need.
I prefer to be the need.
Watched you slowly to the swirls of lust,
settling like embers of a quiet fire.
And
even us too, became undone.
and
even trust too, comes to dust.
About the Creator
Tam W.
30; Boston; A golden wombman.
In appreciate of all the beautiful earthly things around me.
IG: @tamarahtheterrible
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