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.
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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.