my+poems

Satisfaction

the adrenaline rush as I slip my fingers through his hair. the feeling of connection as our lips touch. the smooth surface of his body against mine. the urge to keep this moment everlasting.

its all over. he was off limits. i did it anyways. i can still feel the tingles from where his fingers met my bare skin.

sweet desire. addiction. a problem? a cure.

why is it such a wonderful game, to get those who we cant have? accomplishment? failure.

still tasting him on my lips. not knowing what to feel. was it worth it? will it happen again?

the picture that plays through your mind as you remember what you have done. satisfying guilt to do what shouldn't be done. what happens next answers all of the questions...

The after effects

A consequence, the cold slap against my skin, like a rock hitting a wall, pain.

spreading through my body, paralyzed, not wanting to see light, wishing it would go away.

my eyes were closed, i listened. "i know what you did"

she knows. doesn't she?

its all over, she told me to stay away and i didn't.

her angry displeased face. her mean vile words. her pity. why pity?

i know the feeling of disappointment. in fact, i know it well.

i messed it up? i got caught? should i do it again? do they know? im done.

The Feeling

its back. that feeling. the one i cant control.

why? why is it back?

should i satisfy this feeling? no. its wrong. is it?

whats the harm if no one knows?

the consequense. it isn't that bad only pain.

pain that can be fixed easily

why hold back? why not?

the numbness in my conscience the impulse my heartbeat

these feelings, all familiar. i know what will happen next

The Question

loving the attention.

everyone knows. only what they think they know.

little do they know, theres nothing to know.

it didn't happen. as far as im concerned...

did it? did it happen? they wont ever know.

its in the eye of the beholder. and yet its not.

are dreams reality? or is it that reality, is in fact only a dream.

i know the truth. but do you.....?

Him.

i glance at him in the hallway he looks back what is he thinking?

i know he feels the same way. the desire we're in this together

its like he doesn't care you know, about the consequences

he acts completely normal. we both do, as if nothing happened to blind the eyes around us

to make them believe theres nothing going on here

the guy.

theres an intrest another one a different one

another game a challenge

the reason of my addiction getting what you cant have

the end result. only pleasure

the touching the feeling the intensity

the hidden truth

it dosnt just end with one A forever lasting skill? fault? talent.