Desire
Her dark and sophisticated eyes
Dark as the night's sky
And have a certain intent I myself cannot fathom
Yet they are so alluring and beautiful
Her brown hair sways along as she walks closer
My heart races as she stops in front of me
I look into her eyes
Then to her hair
Ah yes the hair
My eyes trail from the tips of her hair to
Where it meets her skin
I desperately want to feel her fair pale skin
I want her
Badly...
But she is beyond my very grasp
And has her own knight in shining armor
I am merely there and have no meaning
For I am just insignificant
👁 12💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.