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Carisa Droste Poem
Tell me what did it?
What made you wanta get with it?
Was it just a physical attraction? An animalistic reaction to pheromones?
Could it just as easily have been Ms Jones?
Well then, tell me. If you could pick just one…
What’s got you sprung?
Is it my naturally red hair? My beckoning stare?
My soft thighs that make you sigh?
Is it my perky tits? My honey coated lips?
My smooth rockin’ hips that makes your heart do flips?
Is it my sweet smell? Or how I can tell when you feel like hell?
That my gentle caress makes your… head swell?
Is it my firm round ass? My heir of confidence and class?
My twist of sweet with a little sass that makes you watch the minutes pass?
Is it my Cheshire grin? My milky white skin?
The familiar smell of sin that almost made you let me in?
Is it my soothing voice? My grace and poise? That during sex I make a lot of
noise?
That I hang with the boys?
Is it my honesty? My stability? My desire for, but lack of humility?
My strong sense of identity? That I don’t leave my fate up to destiny?
That I see in others like you what they can’t see?
Tell me.
Come on baby, tell me… I need to hear it.
Tell me.
What was your favorite thing?
Tell me it was more than just a fling.
Tell me you still crave the love I bring. Tell me.
Make me believe.
Tell me when I fall asleep you won’t leave.
Copyright © Carisa Droste | Year Posted 2006
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Carisa Droste Poem
Your feelings about me are
Visions clouded by memories of your past
Lovers and haters and all things greater
You remain guarded
And dictated by fear
Keeping me near…enough
But not too close
The war you fight is with yourself, not with me
But can won with grace and ease by surrendering to your own insecurities
I can promise you one thing…
Keeping me at arm’s length will only prolong the inevitability
Of you suffering through this
Lonely
And drowning in self-pity
I will not go down with you, NO
I will fight and push with all might to prove
That you have nothing to lose
And everything to gain
By opening your heart again
The valve so tightly closed, so closely guarded
A soldier standing so strong
Yet so broken hearted that you can’t even identify the real enemy.
But we both know it isn’t me
So you fight a war within yourself whole-heartedly believing
That it is the only way, you wage the battle everyday
Until you are bare knuckled and bleeding and bruised
Until your soul is weary and every last drop of strength has been used
Until your vision is clouded by memories of your past
And the way things were
Until your vision is clouded by memories of her
Lovers and haters, blind to all things greater
And once again, you are dictated by fear
Wishing only that you had held her near
Wishing only to surrender
Copyright © Carisa Droste | Year Posted 2006
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