Sitting alone I look out into the dark night sky
Seeing all the wondrous beauty that shines from above
Nothing compares
Silence just stares
Loneliness seeps in like the cold hand of death himself
Weeping inside for passionate advances ignored
Longing for the tender touch of passions embrace
Left wanting
Waiting for the moment
When
Maybe
In this moment will the stars shine for me
Will I have my moment to bask in the sun
I have known passion that reaches
Higher than any mountain
I am a sensual woman,
Touch is my trigger
Be it a subtle brush of fingers
Or
A gentle whisper in ones ear
What will it take to quench this thirst
What will it take to feed the beast that roars from within
Promises
Long forgotten in the winds of time
Now the need bleeds through like cuts from a razor
Nothing can quench this thirst that builds
No one hears the silent cries
Or feels the heat that builds inside
Thrills that weave the way
To ventures beyond compare
Wasted
Left to fester in the land of dreams unrealized
Copyright © August 23, 2011 C. S. Walls
Big Hugs... I like this a lot. It's not the sort of thing I'm used to seeing coming from you, but I felt a punch of emotion reading it. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThank you Willow, I do like to stretch my limbs and go beyond the norm every now and again. Though, it is scary to post it and wait to see what kind of reception it gets. *hugs* <3
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem..
ReplyDeleteSeriously awesome!
ReplyDeleteThank you Anonymous, I'm glad you like it...
ReplyDeleteCat, you Rock!! <3