In the quiet foggy morning
Watching my own breath
There is a fire burning
Down deep beneath my breasts
A longing and a hunger
A greater blood lust thirst
I bite down on my lip
So hard, I fear for it to burst
Who is that person strolling
Along the graveled path?
I fear and also want them
Unsure if it’s lust or wrath
The helpless broken hearted
Wretched thing I am
Could I ever hope to have him
Like a wolf that has the lamb?
Or do I want to hold him
Like a small and needy child?
That is the constant question
Can satisfaction tame the wild?
About the Creator
Raine Fielder
Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and eight books. Writing is her main purpose.
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