Lust

by Mildred Achoch - Leo

Pretending you're a table 
Doesn't help matters much 
I always end up pretending 
I'm under the table 
Or on top of the table 

So I'll stop pretending. 

Pretending you're a rock 
Is rather pointless 
I always end up pretending 
I'm moss 
Clinging onto the rock's hard surface 

So I'll stop pretending 
And give in to the urge. 

Pretending I can't see you 
Is pure torture 
I always end up pretending 
You're air 
All over me and deep inside me 

So I'll stop pretending 
And give in to the urge 
To devour you with my eyes.

Birth sign: Leo
Date created: 2002-03-01 05:03:00
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:45:57
Poem ID: 67899

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