Loathe vs. Desire

I can't stand you.
Kiss me.

I despise you.
Taste me.

I loathe you.
Feel me.

You piss me off.
You turn me on..

I hear your voice.
I want to push you away.

You draw me closer.
I try to fight it.

You know how to arouse me.
I fight more, but fail.

I push you away,
but you know you have me.

You speak to me.
My knees buckle.

I want to hate you.
But my body quivers.

I want control.
But you have it.

I try to remain unresponsive.
But you know better.

Am I trying to convince you,
or myself?

There's no denying it.
Our chemistry is explosive.

I act aloof.
It only feeds your need to dominate.

I want to remain composed.
But my body is trembling.

You have me where you want me.
There's no use- I give in.

The passion is intense.
I've never felt this before.

Damn you for taking me.
Damn myself for being weak.

This is hell.
Erotic passionate hell.

Payback is a bitch,
and so am I.

this is so weird, I wrote a

this is so weird, I wrote a poem in afrikaans which is so similar to this, it's uncanny!! great minds think alike... this poem is very mansonesque, really appealed to me.

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