Perfection In Man's Form Poem by Gabrielle Tastet

At first there was just you, then me
Growing up blissfully unaware of each other’s existence
Then we met.
Forces colliding like two trains so different then so alike
We talked, you made me laugh
Slowly my heart crawled form my chest to your hands. Where it has stayed
You held it.
The move was yours. From the moment our lips touched, for me there was no going back
The passion we had let build up inside, exploded in our frenzy
But we had self control
You held my hand between yours and kissed me goodnight the appearance of love in your eyes but, was it just lust?
With every time we touched I felt helpless to you
I was yours, wishing you were mine
Then you were gone.
And I cried why didn’t you stay?
I see you and I am whole again when you smile.
Looking into your eyes gives me chills for hours like the first time we met
I die a little inside every time I smell your masculine scent pass me without hello
It is those days I cry from uncertainty will I ever know?
Well, now I know thorough your gentle hints that you no longer wish to be my prince.