Corrupted In the Best Way
I have this little morsel
trying to spy my eye,
all demure,
and shy,
throwing herself in the wind,
hoping I’ll pick up her scent.
Neck so slim and white,
can almost see
the blood pumping through her arteries,
hips swaying,
a little extra,
when she looks over her shoulder,
her eyes grabbing at me
when she thinks
I’m not paying attention.
And though
I can appreciate,
her efforts spurn nothing
but a poem
for my heart
rest where it wants
and it seems as if
every day’s been a year
in finding its resting place,
and now that its nestled in
nothing shall tempt it from here
for my desire’s been found,
my shade has finally settled on me,
comforting me,
caressing me,
grabbing me by the neck
and nuzzling me into bliss.
Can you hear me calling,
leaving my intentions
for the moon to reflect?
Can you feel me clawing
my love
into any hard surface I touch?
Can you feel my heart beat,
you got it flowing again
and the blood runs through for you.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2009
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