Desire and Desperation

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    Desire and Desperation

    Its not like me
    to want these things
    to love yet hate a lie.

    But when you came in sight
    I forgot to breathe
    all i wanted
    were your hands on my breast
    and the scent of your hair
    as you leaned down
    the long strands grabbing my arms
    trying to fuse me into your alchemy
    so we'd come out a brand new love.

    And i inflamed inside
    the burning rivers pulsing through my veins
    in a trail leading to sanctuary.

    I wanted to die in you
    to *** away my fears
    and bury my nails in your sleek hard flesh
    making sure you'd never leave me
    and i'd never be alone.

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    Robb08 commented on Desire and Desperation

    03-15-2009

    i liked your choice of words for this poem. Very nice work.

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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