i used to think she was my little taste of heaven
but instead she left me
begging for mercy.
what mercy?
to see her again.
to come up behind her
and grab her by the waist
kissing her neck
with her beautiful scent
and her moisturized skin
and her soft body
and her full lips
and her wide smile
and her short hair
and her perfectly manicured hands
and the dimples on her back
damn.
did i ever think it was going to come to this?
longing to see a woman
who wants no parts to do with me?
i shouldve seen it coming.
that woman was something else
her seductive eyes would
undress your mind with
some different passion.
all it took was one look
and you know you wanted her
more than you wanted yourself.
like a pot of liquid gold
in the african sunlight.
i could see myself in the brown clouds of her iris.
its almost as if she were my very own little earth?
but was she really?
no.
she was just like the rest.
‘a little lust dont hurt nobody’
thats a lie.
a fat lie.
i still didnt realise you dont mend
matters of the heart with
women who have no matter in your heart.
but we live on
to ‘love’ some other day.
sadly, with injuries that have never healed,
im afraid one day i wont be there
to beg for her mercy
ever again.
