Bad Desire

sylviasearcher

Aching inside
Secret places on fire
My cheeks start to flush
As I feel wrong with desire

Longing and needing
A pleading within
A heat that is burning
I lose as I win

I breathe as I rise
I gasp as I fall
Inevitable sensations
I submit to them all

Aching inside
Secret places on fire
My body left shaken
Taken: Oh fleeting desire!

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 5th, 2018 05:58
  • Comment from author about the poem: It's metaphorical but better 18+ it
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Michael Edwards

    Glad you've 18+ed it - or Orchi would sent Fido after you - super work nonetheless

    • sylviasearcher

      Thanks Michael.

      It was just a fleeting whim that compelled a few words.

    • Lorna

      Hot stuff Sylvia...........

    • Goldfinch60

      Very good understated sensual write Sylvia.

      • sylviasearcher

        You know it was about enjoying tea and biscuits right?

      • Fay Slimm.

        A smouldering write on inner desire - - gentle erotica wrapped in excellent imagery Sylvia. Great read.

      • Netashi

        Interesting......

        • sylviasearcher

          Interesting good or bad?

          • Netashi

            I mean no poem is bad so interesting good

          • Neville

            To be honest, and I always try to be honest, the only bad thing here is the fact that whatever it might be, is only fleeting.. oh' and that little bit of unnecessary guilt you allude to... maybe we need to slow down a touch.. .lovely little bit o poetry though... Neville

            • sylviasearcher

              Oh indeed if only my brain would slow down!

              Of all my poems the fact you chose this one to read.... 😳

              • Neville

                you are entitled to feel more than fleetingly very proud of these words.... Neville 🙂

                • sylviasearcher

                  I don't though...

                  I don't feel proud of any words.

                  It's just my therapy

                  • Neville

                    I can't make you, but I can give you permission to try...

                    • sylviasearcher

                      Not sure it's permission I need?

                      • Neville

                        what is it you think you need?

                        • sylviasearcher

                          A cult?

                          Nah, a forest, a mountain view, a lake, some birds , a hut and a flask of tea?

                          • Neville

                            are those things so difficult to achieve.. I have numerous fond recollections of just taking myself off to such places when I have been feeling particularly down, in the past...

                            • sylviasearcher

                              It seems so

                              • Neville

                                I am a good listener too

                                • sylviasearcher

                                  Too?

                                  • Neville

                                    yes.. maybe too good



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