Smell Of Desire Poem by Besa Dede

Lust glows slyly in her eyes.
'Your eyes are your soul's mirrors', they say.
I cast a stare inside those clear blue lakes of hers.
What hidden desires sleep deep within you
My little-innocent one?
Inexplicably her flaming gaze pierces through my skin
Boils my blood, quivers my heart.

'I can't sleep anymore!
I think of you! '

Her lips whisper them uncanny words in Ether
And the world beneath my feet crumbles into piercing shards.
I am breathless and l loose my bearings.
My human spirit starts asking absurd questions such as
Does my mere existence have a meaning in this life? And
Will I go to Hell for yearning so much for her gaze upon my gaze,
For her breath upon my breath?

I am yours! ..
I can't sleep...
I am yours...

My little one, now she is not pure anymore.
Biting her lip purposefully
Deliberately exhaling her breath unto my neck.
I smell her craving, I perceive her appeals.
I am scorched and ablaze because of her consuming desires.
Of hers and mine, coalesced together in a vicious hunger for ardor.

Oh, Almighty One, enlighten my path!

'I can't sleep, I really can't!

I am thinking of you! '

I am a lost soul, trapped within the claws of her temptation!

Oh Almighty One I seek salvation…

It's late, too late to implore for compassion.


... I've already lost my path to redemption.