Consequence Of Sight (Newport's. Short, Box) Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I had a thought of you today,
I tried to resist but it was so inviting.
The mere thought of you beckoned.
Again, I could not resist.
I know your no good for me.
I am fully aware of the aftermath that presents itself
As otherwise hazardous.
The smooth caress of your skin.
The consequence of a moment of your time.
Its forbidden.
But still,
I long for the fulfillment that calms the nerves.
Almost in an instant.
The thought of you against my lips drives me insane.
The faces you make, when indeed I fulfill your purpose.
Inhaling the sweet aroma of you brings clarity.
Nothing else exists outside of this moment, brought closer between
You and I.
The moments engaged in solitary kisses made fresh.
The way my fingers search you.
Despite our history I find myself addicted. Needing you again.
Lost again in the bitter war between addiction,
Knowing I deserve better.
I say no, you disagree with the smoothing touch of your lips.
Those soft brown lips,
I pull away.
You cling tighter, removing your panties.
Impregnating every thought that isn't of you.
Lost in temptation. smothering every inch of me.
Inside you.
Hypothetically, I know your a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Passing for a means of release. Searching for your own sense of purpose. Seeking pleasure to fulfill your own selfish need.
Again, I couldn't resist once your eyes caught mine.
History repeats, we laugh we fight. You love me, in turn I hate you.
You go your way, and I go mine.
On those lonely nights when there's nothing else to do.
That's when you cross my mind and you always seem to call on those nights.
After blowing things out of proportion
After stating that you've deleted my number.
After moving on to another.
Damn those lips of yours
As I crave you.
Newports