Array ( [sid] => 178101 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Terrible Longing [time] => 2014-04-04 18:38:55 [hometext] => This came upon me as I watched [bodytext] => Tears pooled from a reservoir
Unknown till now, for her, revealed
(to her) at last.
“Please don't despise me”, she said
with head held hound dog low and
eyes of downward cast-
lilting cursory repast
in curious (not conniving)
appraisal of her remark; for her , a task.
“I know what I know- I feel what I feel”,
her hand creeping down my chest
to regions reserved- my wife's domain,
not real estate of open market-
claimed.
My hand found hers;
dissuading reproach, member growing
without my consent-
truly a mind on its on frequency-
with compassion, (flavored of a tad regret),
I bid her cover perfect breasts;
release me to my vows-
honor demands and decency bid
she stow her tears and be on her way;
lust and loss are poor companions,
I explained in soothing tones
as the door shut softly on her exquisite derrière. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 105 [topic] => 23 [informant] => invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems ) Your Poetry Dot Com - A Terrible Longing


A Terrible Longing
Date: Friday, 4th April 2014 @ 06:38:55 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: invierno
Tears pooled from a reservoir
Unknown till now, for her, revealed
(to her) at last.
“Please don't despise me”, she said
with head held hound dog low and
eyes of downward cast-
lilting cursory repast
in curious (not conniving)
appraisal of her remark; for her , a task.
“I know what I know- I feel what I feel”,
her hand creeping down my chest
to regions reserved- my wife's domain,
not real estate of open market-
claimed.
My hand found hers;
dissuading reproach, member growing
without my consent-
truly a mind on its on frequency-
with compassion, (flavored of a tad regret),
I bid her cover perfect breasts;
release me to my vows-
honor demands and decency bid
she stow her tears and be on her way;
lust and loss are poor companions,
I explained in soothing tones
as the door shut softly on her exquisite derrière.

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