Emile Pinet

Wanting More

I was born in a small town, (Bathurst) New Brunswick, Canada,. The third eldest of thirteen children, ten girls and three boys. I’m the product of a semi-dysfunctional family, brought up by a controlling, physically abusive father, verses a loving mother. Many of my poems reflect the uniqueness and…






Love is like a warm spring zephyr,
slowly melting reality.
And arousing dormant desires,
that erupt like molten passion.

Smoldering embers fuel flames
lingering in private places.
And you experience feelings,
far beyond infatuation.

It's such an extraordinary
sensation you can't help but smile.
For it makes you feel euphoric,
and unbelievably happy.

Hope helps your fantasies survive,
but only love makes them come true.
And it's the elusive rainbow,
that many broken hearts pursue.

Believing you're falling in love,
expectation excites your heart.
And anticipation leaves you
feeling breathless and wanting more.

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