She whispers in his ear sweet nothing.
Looks upon his eyes, sees right through his lies.
Sits upon him to feel his warmth beneath her.
Lays besides him only to feel him near her.
Touches him in anyway she can.
Yearns for another kiss, it's what she demands.
Loving him is all she knew.
All the things she went through.
Just to have his love, touch, lust.
She waits and waits until she can no longer wait.
Running towards him, she craves for him.
Wanting to feel his touch, smell his lust.
Give her the kiss that will set her free
from his captivating love...
No wait, not love, LUST
for it to be love there has to be more than lust.
She whispers ' I love you' in his ear.
He looks upon her face, smiles and then disappears...
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I would like to translate this poem
I got an almost-laugh from the last line. I happened upon your site by mistake while heading for Lora Colon. To MyPoemList. Nice. But in 4th line I'd use lies beside. I'd say she got lucky when he left her. So did she....got lucky. bri :)