Unimaginable Thoughts
A Psychopathic Tendency
Delicate she felt, against my skin
The pressing of her bosom, against my cheek
The warmth of her breath, slowing as I squeezed
Enough to make any strange man weak
Disturbed but indulging in her mist
A final kiss I could only wish
For her to notice me, I only missed
The opportunity but still I kissed
Her rosy cheeks, her pale blue lips
Losing warmth, so I cradled her so
Forever she will be mine
Amidst the angst, I told myself "No"
I let her go but my anger would grow
As her life it left, left me alone
So a seed I would sow
Yet like before, amongst the angst
I told myself "No"
Now I'm abandoned and she is cold
A figment at best, I feel uncontrolled
Rocking and shaking, as I cry myself to sleep
Gently I weep, the darkness softly creeps
As a knock I soon hear, at my door
There she walks in, ready to cradle
This man who is weak
As I once again feel her bosom, pressed against my cheek
About the Creator
Kayleigh Taylor
Book, coffee and pet-obsessed writer who loves writing raw truths and fictional fantasies. I hope you enjoy.
Kayleigh
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