Repressed Sensuality
Fast asleep. Trying to dream.
Until I’m plagued again.
By a reoccurring face. The same man.
With cognac eyes and a fake grin.
An illusion. My mind reaches for.
To covet love. Unseal my emotions.
In the form of someone that I can’t touch.
His aftershave is a misty and musky whisper.
Not tangible. An apparition on my nose.
His rough skin. Sandpaper against my thin body.
Guilt fills me. With each fiery kiss.
I'm making a mistake. Lust violates my faith.
Violates my reason. Inspires my emotions.
My ego keeps it hidden. But my inner voice shouts.
Black butterfly. My psyche runs.
Through these visual distortions. A copy of reality.
Touching but not feeling. Together but separated.
He is a mirage. Living in my mind’s basement.
A part of myself I repress.
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Comments
Really deep...amazing to read x
thank you kindly <3 it is a reflection of the needs we deny to honor our beliefs sometimes
Very vivid and very descriptive I was able to vision this well done creating your muse's image. Great write!
CO
Thank you so much <3
I call it " the natural man" we all have that challenge to overcome ourselves, to share our selves with another is a needed eventuality. wonderful write! don't be too hard on your self!.......................................................Jim