That awful sound,
the ringing bells of a twisted victory,
casts a darkness in our youthful cheeks,
and it burns so bright,
like a light bulb with a bad idea.
And when your guilt touches my skin,
its disturbance,
such a bittersweet gesture,
causing a breathless sigh,
a haunted response
to your illegal pleasure.
It's the heat of the moment,
and your name
is honey to my ears,
irresistible to the devil
that lurks around in my mind,
letting me fall in love with you again.
Your signature move,
it's the constant wailing
of the broken heart within me,
the mating call of a boy who's been in the isolation of my love,
far too deep,
and far too long.
About the Creator
Sharlene Alba
Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry
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