So Wrong
So chaotic how we do things… yet it only makes since between us, others think the
worst while we make the best of every encounter available that no arrangement is
made but still expected daily due to our profession, I can't remember times of leisure
without her sweet touch and soft voice calming my intense mental state, agony and
pain spent alone and no other way imagined couldn't think of putting her through the
disturbing ideas of me taking excessive measures of physical torture out on her, freeze
time time I wish it is easier done then said in dreams and they only last as long my
body can slumber, leaving more marks on my back then marks left in her mind of what
we've been doing for the past couple hours so intriguing and satisfying she's in the
most belief that her current physical status is such a lie the only truth is contact
endured by her lips and mine, I wonder how they see the love but tune in to the turmoil
exclusively. -poetic
Copyright © Charles Guidry Jr | Year Posted 2011
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