Saturday, 17 November 2012

Lust

I can see it now
she lies on the bed encouraging
he looks away
an hour and a half away
he pulls her close leaning in for her lips
she turns away hoping the school bell would ring
driving down the road
she takes his hand luring him into her trap,
no ones a watching, its innocent
he refuses as she moves in the sheets
at the lockers
he asks why and calls her beautiful
the lie intrigues her, innocence is gone
following the yellow and white lines
she pulls him to the bed taking his hand and putting it on her breast
he likes this sensation, missing the feeling of being loved
she feels the love again
staring into the devil's eyes
lies mask his intentions
attempt two:
he kisses her
his hand on the back of her neck
she misses the touch,
the touch of her skin on his
convinces him
convinced the feeling is right
they enjoy the night
lust over guilt
goodbye loyalty
pain can wait til morning.