Red
I watch him secretly from the corner of my eye,
he is a curiosity my hunger needs to urgently satisfy.
Desperately hoping for him to say something as he passes me by,
his mystery is an obsession, I just cannot deny.
I observe as he gently licks his soft lips, in the most seductive way,
his eyes accidentally meet mine , in a gaze we stay.
As i breathe in the smokey scent of his skin,
Realizing he is certainly going to be my unforgettable sin.
I eagerly watch him drinking his red wine as it stains his lips,
I fall into his gaze as he brushes his hair back with his finger tips.
The perfect hues of green in his enchanting eyes,
the way I can picture him enslaving me with his passionate lies.
What I would give to have just the touch of his hand,
I will show him an experience so epic ,so far from bland.
I imagine his arms wrapped around me ever so tight,
as my desire for him burns ever so bold and bright.
To taste his sweetness and touch of his skin,
to allow my curiosity to be satisfied and let him finally win.
These thoughts of him are driving me completely insane,
I can imagine being loved by him would be far from plain.
His perfect chiseled chin and long dark hair,
leaves me feeling a moment of weakness and completely in despair.
I watch him as he watches me with his eyes filled with desire,
we both sit secretly wanting each other and wishing this fantasy will inspire..
About this poem
A poem written by the thoughts driven by the colour of Red .
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Written on July 07, 2015
Submitted by Jacqueline.W on August 23, 2023
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Scheme | AAAABBCCDDEEFFGGCCHHIIJK |
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Closest metre | Iambic octameter |
Characters | 1,394 |
Words | 289 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 24 |
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