I want what I be not

So busy trying to fill the gap in which

Was left

It be not his fault

My spirit be mine and not his at all

I long for pleasure and happiness in who

has what I have not

making a name for myself which is irrefutable

need of intimacy

can be a down fall

I cave into whims which make me

Foolishly human

I wish I listened to the right voice

But I always push her back

When my urge is dire

It is unquenchable

Fire

And yet when the flame dwindles

I’m left swindled

Bamboozled in fact

Left feeling broken and empty

But I mask it so lovely

See that smile

Hear that laugh

The masquerade ball lasts but so long

elegant dresses fade

You lose a slipper or two

Hold me

I promise tonight you will leave with a part of me

Morals plead no

But flesh barks

Yes

Virgin by hymen

Whore by mind

 

 

 

 

 

by the writer