Lack Of Emotion
Write me a poem my love,
Dedicate the words to me,
Look me in the eyes and recite it.
And I will give all my love to thee.
What do you request?
Shall I compare you to the night?
Or tell you of how you look your best.
She placed her hand on my thigh,
Peering closer to me.
'What does your heart desire? '
The passion of sex was on fire.
The more we made love,
The more I wanted to please,
with words of rhyme,
words that only love could tease.
But the love for her body slowly wilted.
There was no more she could give me.
The softness of her voice, turnt to screaming.
'Why, why don't you love me? '
The sexual pleasure was heavenly.
Her body was simply devine.
But my heart was never hers.
My heart was always mine.
I'm sorry for not loving you,
Oh how I truly wished that I do.
But here is what you asked for.
This poem is for you.
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