Angela Poem by Thomas Bates

I loved you,
But I controlled you.
Your breasts were soft and
sweeter than
strawberries by the swimming pool
in summer weather;
Where I first kissed them
Your breath sounded intoxicated -
Intoxicating me, like some rare wine,
Your whisper causing a blush
that quickly spilled across my face.

I can handle the fashion in which you passionlessly dismissed me,
Ending a friendship.
my mind had tried to interpreted it into romance, hourly.
You picked the more confident man.

I sat rugged in appeal and poor speech,
and lost in a game I've had no interest in re-living.
There is still damage
To be done.
You were wetter - tighter - and
better than sex.

(I was a drowning man and the current of insecure emotional seas
devoured me down.)

by Thomasjbates