Cordially Invited

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    Cordially Invited

    He cordially invited me to a love making session
    Even though we were no longer considered a couple
    Just a couple of minutes in the room alone together, and you could feel the tension
    What was I to do
    When there was an opportunity in front of me to do something I have longed to do
    Yet what I knew would cross boundaries and forsaken privelages
    A night for a next step in life, for me and him
    He, going off to do bigger and better things, and me, completing my courses of life
    I looked at it like a gift, something he deserved
    Or was it really what I wanted and just when suggested by him
    I gave in?
    Control over my heart and the one you love can be dangerous
    The friendship was the start and now that we’re apart
    We are still more than friends
    To the end, we’ll see
    I now believe that everytime we see each other
    We already know what its gonna be
    You and me
    Lying in sheets stained with love, lust, and passion
    Leaving all the reasons of why we’re not still together in the past
    We can make a little of ourselves last
    I sit to myself and I laugh
    Because I let him go, and it goes to show how much I really let go
    Because I still give myself and anything else to him
    Just to show, how much I still really do love him
    I’m drugged to him
    He’s my addiction
    My affliction
    He causes friction
    If I’m half sure about my actions, he’s surely the fraction
    Our tounges , legs and souls tied into more than just passion
    We’re acting out reactions to what we feel
    We’re the actors and this stage, this place, this script, is oh so real
    I already know how we still feel
    And we acted out upon it
    I told myself that I wouldn’t give in ,that I could withstand the pressures of him
    Yet, that stepping stone in our life
    Just made it feel so right
    He went out for the night
    And had his fun
    I returned to other sheets stained with love, passion and lust,
    And laid alone
    Could it be
    You’ll really be going
    Even though we’re not a couple
    You’ll only be a couple of minutes away
    We already know whats gonna happen when I travel to see you one day
    One trip to the field
    Next to a bed where we’ll lay
    In our continuos rotation of actions
    And replay
    The script at hand
    I’m the pitiful lost girl in love, and you’re the powerful man
    Who can make me do things that I don’t, but do want to do
    So when will this story end, when will we be through?
    Cause this virus that I have is nothing new
    I had it long before you even knew
    That I was in love with you
    Before I even met you or slept with you
    That’s why I can’t seem to get rid of you
    You’ve got a hold of everything about me from with in
    Especially when you cordially invite me in

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    LBoogie commented on Cordially Invited

    11-11-2009

    Good job, you are truly a poet at heart and you are so young

    swashington commented on Cordially Invited

    08-06-2009

    This was good, but keep in mind it's all good as long as you know what it is, and you are having fun. But if you are in love maybe you should rethink your love sessions if he's not a giving advocate of the same. The pain can be costly.

    alejapoet commented on Cordially Invited

    03-06-2009

    I feel that when you write you're able to release so many thoughts-feelings and emotions in your poetry. This makes it a wonderful read and pleasure to partake in what you share to us all. Remember when people want to add you as a friend they will not even look at your work so be careful. http://alejabennett.net84.net

    muttman1 commented on Cordially Invited

    01-27-2009

    I enjoyed this story too. You have a way with words, I hope you are proud of yourself, You are true poet!

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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