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Laura Evans Poem
He walks into the room; a sly smile plays on his face.
His brown eyes show his desire, no other emotion on his face.
He comes to me, we are inches apart.
My breathing getting heavy, pounding is my heart.
He whispers softly in my ear, "Relax....trust me....have no fear."
His fingers gently brush my cheek.
His warmth breath on my neck making my legs weak.
Just when I can take no more,
He whispers again, "Your body is mine to explore."
Copyright © Laura Evans | Year Posted 2010
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Laura Evans Poem
Patience, one of my less desirable traits.
Why is it we have to wait?
Life is too short not to go after what we want.
If we stop dreaming and moving forward the past will come to haunt.
There are just so many wonderful adventures out there for us to discover.
That’s the exciting part, all the surprises there is to uncover.
No matter how trivial you think a dream may be.
It’s not; to dream is to be free!
Copyright © Laura Evans | Year Posted 2010
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Laura Evans Poem
I want you. Period.
I want you to look in my eyes and tell me you want me too.
I want you to grab me, hold me and kiss me passionately.
I want you to caress me and let your imagination go wild.
I want you to show me what you like and I will show you.
I want to make your every desire come true.
I want you. Period.
Copyright © Laura Evans | Year Posted 2010
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Laura Evans Poem
How can he just easily lie looking me in the eyes?
Then turn the fault on me he tries?
Infidelity staring at me in our bed.
My heart falls like a ton of lead.
How stupid I was to give him my trust.
He just stuck the knife in with one lethal thrust.
What little sanity I had is gone.
How could I let things go on for so long?
Copyright © Laura Evans | Year Posted 2010
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Laura Evans Poem
There is a friend of mine who I can not stop thinking about.
He would be there for me anytime no doubts.
We can sit in silence comfortably,
or we can talk for hours quite easily.
Lately I have been having other thoughts.
The man to me is kind, respectful and sexy without a doubt.
His eyes tell a story of sorrow and pain,
but every once in a while I can see that sparkle again.
It makes me want to get to know his enticing, genuine side.
To get to that; the verocious passion for him I must hide.
I do hope he can feel the warmth, compassion and love I have for him.
Whether we turn out to be lovers of just friends.
Copyright © Laura Evans | Year Posted 2010
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Laura Evans Poem
You know what has to be done.
You know the battle can not be won.
Both are to stubborn to agree.
So lonely and miserable is how it will be.
Can not get the courage to do what is right.
Too tired and wounded to win the fight.
Can not go on this way much longer.
Have to find a way to get much stronger.
I have to find a way to make him see,
If we keep going down this path, six feet under I will be.
Copyright © Laura Evans | Year Posted 2010
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Laura Evans Poem
I used to have that glitter in my eyes.
Now looking in the mirror I despise.
There was a time when my heart was once open and free.
Why did I let them take advantage of me?
I know my soul is good, caring and warm.
I once was so strong I could weather any storm.
Piece by piece my love, trust, dignity was torn.
The light in my heart has gone; a little black hole was born.
I do not have to strength to go on this way.
If I do by the casket my family will pray.
Copyright © Laura Evans | Year Posted 2010
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Laura Evans Poem
To be honest, I am not sure who I am praying to. Maybe I am talking to myself but...
To be honest, I can not take it anymore.
My life is a failure, I feel like a...
To be honest, I want to quit.
I want to quit hurting me; I want to quit hurting them.
To be honest, I do not know what to do.
For the first time, I am really lost.
To be honest, I do not know if anyone hears me.
But if someone hears, please come find me.
Copyright © Laura Evans | Year Posted 2010
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Laura Evans Poem
It was everyday I would think of him more.
This driving intensity making my feelings hard to ignore.
How can he not see the passion that controls my thoughts?
If he cannot all these feelings are for naught.
It was every hour I would think of him more.
This driving intensity; my strength deplores.
How can he look in my eyes and not see the fiery blaze?
Or is this just a devious game he plays.
It was every minute I would think of him more.
No other thoughts can see the light of day anymore.
How can he not see I have lost all will to think?
He knows I’ve reached the end...mischief in his eyes, he winks...
Desire = Insanity
Copyright © Laura Evans | Year Posted 2010
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