sleepy understanding my thoughts dream
seductive touch undercover
sadness bane it's the witch in me that reaches you
occult beauty awkward in my approach
attracted damnation you’re unsure why I’m sexy
tender need it’s our souls, of course
talking to each other in the deep end
secret sin is my desire
feeling all of it within
never one to utter enchantments
my genleness backs off when you get too close
dreaded passion is to burn like this
tiny thoughts that become larger
corrupting my vision with unrequieted lust
the beguiling strength you exude
plays havoc on my sanctity
and I am left feeling dumb again
heresy of soul will not be tolerated
collecting shadows I cover myself in midnight
then disappear the way I came
only the stars follow
Most excellent, my friend.
hello dearest Adagio good morning thank you graciously 💕
Only the stars will follow. Nice.
good morning beautiful Fia thank you graciously 💕
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you graciously dearest Damian good morning 💕
‘unrequited lust’ – the saddest kind
good afternoon dearest Jim thank you and yes it is 💕
However requited, in one way or another, is happy, to say the least.
I wrote a short story I posted here if your interested.
Be well dear. 💗
thank you I’ll read it now 💕
I was hypnotized.
thank you graciously beautiful poetess 💕
Mesmerizing and truly Crimsin style💕
thank you graciously beautiful Mary 💕
You’re welcome, Brenda.