mercy

zayd
zayd
Nov 5 · 1 min read

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.

    zayd

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