Poem about a love lost |
Erotic Views of Lust He cannot witness her beauty Obsessed with how pretty she looks He hears she likes jazz, soul, pop, and hip hop His response is “My favorite artist is Tupac” She stares in his eyes and ask “So how was your day”? Trying to think of words to say, he sips some water and says “Ok” She says” Just ok, oh I see, well let me tell you what happened to me” As she tells her story he glances in her direction But his thoughts are on “I hope I have protection” As they walked out of the restaurant and he opened her side of the car door She expressed how he just got a plus because no one had done that for her before As he got in the car she said “I’m really having a nice evening” He has heard this before but he still felt unsure She wasn’t ready to go home and wanted to talk further So she suggested they take a walk in the park to discuss a little more The topics flowed and they seemed to have a strong emotional connection But yet in still his thoughts were on “I hope I have protection” They continued to date even though the words commitment were never discussed She expressed on how cute he was, how nice he was, how she met someone she trusted As they continue to see each other she continues to say “I never felt this way before” He has heard this before but he still felt unsure She drives to see him four times a week at home just to watch movies and talk about the day She finally lets him know she is a virgin and wants him to be the first and only affection But yet in still his thoughts were on “I hope I have protection” As they made love she finally tells him how much she loves him His reply was “I love you too” concentrating on how smooth her body feels After that night, things were never the same because he felt he had her Mind, body and soul all wrapped in that one night together She wondered how he felt because commitment was never discussed Asking her friends “Find out how he feels about us” Time went on as she continued to give him affection But yet in still his thoughts were on “I hope I have protection” One morning as I awoke, she was gone No goodbye, no note, no thoughts about why I called her everyday; she would not return my calls I wrote her a letters; she would not write back Every morning I walked to the kitchen but could not eat Something inside made me weak I look at her picture and wonder why Why didn’t I tell her that I love the way one dimple was deeper than the other when she smiled? Why didn’t I tell her that I love the way she rubbed her feet against my legs to keep warm? Why didn’t I tell her that I love the way she shoved me when she laughed? Why didn’t I make her a CD filled with Miles, Luther, NSYNC and Nas? Why didn’t I tell her that I love the way she feels about me? Why wasn’t her first time filled with roses, candlelight, soft music, and my expression of love? Why didn’t I run to her the next morning and ask for her hand? That’s when I realized that my Erotic Views Of Lust Will become another man’s LOVE |