Real Love

by Ben   Oct 9, 2006


One held her hand over her mouth
The other sat sullenly silent
For both knew what the other was thinking
Deep down in their hearts, violence

Seemed a million miles away
All that mattered to them both
Was that their hearts were complete
And neither one shall falter, choke

On your own words of compliment
She teased with a harmonious sigh
For he could not stop the words spilling
Out and into her heart, black eyes

Flood the streets of discontent
Wading their own private path out
For she knew that he was her horizon
The borders of where her dreams end, clought

Across the head with the bow of cupid
They both stared endlessly into one another
For where else could their eyes find such satisfaction
Creating sensations of heart celerity, smother

Your hopes and luck into this girlâ??s warmth
Let her lure you in and play her little game
For how could such beauty forsake you
And such entrancing words lie, shame

On your curious soul she cries lightly
Secretly begging you for placation
For why should you question love
Iâ??snt this fates doing anyhow, laceration

By the wind that whirls around you
Too insecure now to move, you hold on
For this girl has become you, now coveted,
Your hands are interlocked, no escaping, con

Yourself into my bedroom, you would
She murmurs with flirtatious intent,
For her breath trickles down your shaking neck
She wants, she gets, your back bone crying, lament

Over no past, present or future, they all say
As you enter into that sweetly forbidden taboo
For you must please what you do not want to lose
Virginity much sacred, heart bleeding, one two

The feeling is immense, harder and faster
Your heart pumps, your backbone is screaming
For this pleasure has exploded into her
Cries of wanting fill the room, seething

The would be parents, they laugh together
Naked souls touching, smells of lust linger
For you would not move, nor remove yourself
from her fulfilling company, stinger

right through the chest, as you wake up
to a misty sight, a yellow note where lied she
For this note read, what is love when lust can be;
She was your turmoil, she was your happiness,
But all she is now, is every sentenceâ??s last word.

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