Martin Walker Poet Lyric

Ruin of My Desire

You're here again, in my thoughts
My desire for you is intoxicating

I can smell you still in the air around me
Still taste you on my lips and on my tongue

I can still feel you pressed against me
Still feel that ecstatic shudder of lust

And yet I know I shouldn't, I should lock my mind
Like so many times before, deny you access
Like all those before you, deny you utterly

Yet I cannot do that, the desire, the lust
I can't resist, I won't resist, I dare not

You are part of me now, part of my thoughts
Even my mind is tainted by you

I look down at the bruises on my arms,
I stare into them and see me holding you

I know I shouldn't, I know I should deny you
But I can't, it’s all I can do to resist you
Resist the idea of opening my heart

But I cannot open my heart to you,
To open it is to invite disaster

To fall into lust with you is to fall into Ruin
And yet Ruin is what I desire,

I desire the ruin of my world most
And I desire you to ruin it all

I should not, could not, allow you into my heart
I cannot allow myself to be burned by that fire
The flames of desire that burns so hot.
 
 And so I bask in the effervescent glow of your skin
The deep pools of your eyes, so deep and cool
I allow the rumble of your voice to shake me to the core
Lower myself into your arms and your heart

It will be my Ruin, but what a glorious ruin it shall be
An epic Crescendo to all that I desire and have hoped for

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Kim Hilliker January 2, 2010 at 5:49 AM We've all been there. Good luck. Nice write.

Martin Walker January 2, 2010 at 5:42 AM Don't worry Sara, they're only bruises from play fighting with her, gets a bit rough but its only fun. Thank you VERY much for your concern though! Martin Walker

Sara Kendrick January 2, 2010 at 5:37 AM The line "I look down at the bruises on my arm". Sent me an alarm. I hope that this is a topic and not life. If life get help. Drew me in and got my attention. Very descriptive and passionate. Sara