a passion confined(dont really like this one much but here you go)

a passion confined
I look at myself with eyes that are closed...I see myself through mirrors , that are in dark rooms......All this so that the sight of myself goes unseen.

I dont want to see the person looking back at me......

She doesnt either, she doesnt want me anymore....Im begining to think she never wanted me...At least not how one who loves another, wants another....

Why does she say she loves me?....To hold on to me,...to have a hold on me...Maybe she just doesnt want to loose her best friend.......(i dont want to loose my best friend either)..

BUt...what if i need more?...I sometimes feel i need more....I need to be needed, to be wanted as badly as i need and as much as i want....

I am desperate, ...desperate to be embraced, how i embrace....

I possess an eager soul that aches to be filled with passion that is concieved,..by the love that is made between lovers....A soul screaming in need of overflowing; overflowing, with passion untill it drips from my eyes and i am blinded by ...love..

I search for words to describe how much i need to be touched, touched with hands that crave me ...Hands that excite me, and calm me...

my skin begs to be discovered by a mouth that thirst for me and whos kiss snatches my breath, seizes my heart, and then returns me to life.....

....Am i confined?.........MY body feels as if it is a prison and my soul a prisoner, and my passion is going to die ......confined...

 

Well, you may not like it much, but I do I've been there before, and you really said it quite well.

 

thanks gypsy....i am flattered ..honestly..i enjoy when one relates and then tells me they relate...and to say "i said it well"....you make me smile and you make it extremely easy to share my writings ...so thank you infinity