do you even know how you possess me?
my thoughts
my moods
my words
my grooves
my curves
and my lines
all defined by your smile
how could the tamed be consumed by the wild?
haunting me
taunting me
caressing me
undressing me
a hope that has no guarantee
a plague of thoughts that we’re meant to be
a prison from which I don’t want to be free
this pain feels good, don’t you agree?
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Author:
Gloria Denise (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this is my way of saying: I am yours without saying it. How consuming love can be.
- Category: Love
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- Users favorite of this poem: Bragee, rawaneigh.99
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Comments5
Love can be pain and yet we, like a hot dish of food, don't want to drop it. A very emotive write. Lovely Happy holidays
thank you !!!! Soren, you don't know how i appreciate your comments. Happy Holidays!
You are most welcome
The most painful pleasure known to mankind….
As silly as it sounds sometimes it is the pain that attracts us, very well written
I take it your in the first season of your love, Gloria?!
no but i also haven't had much experience either so ... you got me. 🙂
I am yours .
lol aren't you sweet
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