Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

He is the kiss of death that lures my heart,
A fascination stewing within my whole
Never ending with touch that parts
The addiction that races within my very soul.

If not lovers then what are we
With glances of fighting emotion
Come now, please tell me
How do we fight this commotion.

Tis naught but the tale of foreign exchange
Constantly reeling me in to believe
Leaving my tides in need of rearrange
Whilst feeling that I've been deceived.

Woe, how this addiction is excitement within
My nerves tingle, twist, shout, and glow
I see him and beg within my eyes over and over again
He looks deep, smiles and knows.

I turn my glance so suddenly away
Fighting the fascination within my whole
For there are words I know he'll never say
He, the addiction that races within my my very soul.

I'm a sucker for lost love poems, and generally i struggle with rhyme to highlight serious topics
but i think this holds up to my usual scrutiny....sounds like a bad jones...

I'm stuck to be honest with you. Hoping I can pull away from him the next time.

call it living....nothing like the new found love....makes ya breathless, stirs a feeling within....to be savoured while its there....

To be honest Ton this is a secondary peice to another poem. I should have posted that one first. Not sure if I want that first one to be read yet. Wireman I would love to feel that breathless bliss, but, there's the slight problem of a married man. That is my addiction.

Sorry not to reply to the poem but just replying to your last reply. Let him go! Talk to him again after he's divorced.

I hate that shit.

Happened to me too many times. I had one guy telling me he was separated. Later I found out he was living in the same house with his wife but he told me he'd been "separated" for several years living in another part of the house. He called her "My future ex-wife"... HAHAHAHAHA... What a buncha joker shit. I've got other stories to tell but I'll spare you. Suffice for this one, it's 15 years later and he's still married to her. Of course. All he wanted to do, as many of them want to do, was to talk me into my pants. Pfffft! Sorry, I got personal here but you're the one who mentioned the "slight problem." The "slight problem" is NOT "SLIGHT". It's HUGE. You deserve better. Get rid of the loser and user and I know I'm not a shrink so you can't fire me so I'll fire myself. Lighting myself on fire right now, matter of fact. I'm up in flames, jogging like Richard Pryor.

Married ? o-o - that's how my day began, with an o-o - not a good sign - walked into the living room & realized it was chilly - the furnace was not coming on so before i even had my coffee I had to troubleshoot circuits and such - o-o all the way around - i suggest you check your furnace and circuits and such before proceeding any further - i mean you got yourself a situation ya know - o-o

Yeah my bad. But at least I found a solution to the problem. The problem that was a problem is no longer a problem. It's done!

Glad to hear it! Smart girl! Get rid of the damn cheaters who are using you! Sorry to be personal but your poem was personal and personally, I'm VERY happy you found the ONLY solution! xo