Between Hatred and Desire
He thought I was sleeping
but I was not.
I felt his heavy stares on me,
I heard his heavy sighs.
And then for a magic moment
he touched my face;
so soft that i could feel
feathers kissing my dainty cheeks.
And then for a pretty moment
he said those pretty words;
so soft that i could hear
eternity from heaven in his voice.
He touched my face
with murmurs of delight...
oh, how i wish the stars would
fall tonight!
I was caught between
my hatred and desire...
as i felt his body close to mine,
I fairly fought the fire.
I tried so hard to ignore
but his presence stirred my blood.
Did he hear my heartbeats racing
as I struggled deep inside?
I wish I was sleeping
but I was not.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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