No Present, No Future Poem by C.S. Keskuela

I hate the way you still make me feel
The way that I look at you
And still want you so damn much
That it can take my breath away

When you smile at me
A certain way
And I feel the wetness between my legs
That sudden twinge of desire
When I think of you kissing me

The way I can still be doing something
Anything, nothing
And this wave of desire washes over me
Biting my tongue and fighting for control
So noone will notice what is happening

I hate the way you still make me feel
I hate that I love you with every fibre of my being
In every corner of my soul
When there can be no future
And is therefore no present…
Us