Fallen Man
Make love to me.
I’m not asking you. Touch me hungrily.
Kiss me deep.
Hold me close
Until I reach my peek.
Give me satisfaction
And don’t you dare cheat.
And you comply.
Spend some time with me.
Talk to me.
I’m not asking you.
Open your mouth and repeat the thoughts you think.
Think of the conclusions that shall arrive.
Talk to me.
I’m listening.
Now hear me and help me understand.
What was so wrong?
That you could not see love for you I house in me.
Help me understand
What was so wrong?
About the Creator
RE ReadyforPeace
I was always told that I was emotional. I use to take this as a bad thing. I began to shy away from speaking, sharing, even being seen. I didnt want to be viewed as that emotional person. Then I learned emotions are a universal language.
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