I Shouldn't, But I Must, by Lovely Subscribe to rss feed for Lovely

Your delicate skin washes over mine,
As you hold me from behind.
Your eyes seductive and tight together,
You whisper words which make me quiver. 
Night dawns our secret affair,
Hands caressing my soft hair.
Minds racing of innocent thoughts,
Our thin virginity slowly rots.
Groping and rough we make our way,
Slowly together, it's all just play.
Nothing more than sweet actions from words,
Alone, a secret, never to be heard.
Not yet do we know what we're doing,
But the words keeps coming, more people to ruin.
Hands tightly grasp my waist,
Our years maturity I start to taste.
Caught between a yes and a no,
My conscience inside deep in woe.
Posted: 2007-12-10 02:48:32 UTC

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2007-12-10 05:43:39bedazzled
wow, amazing piece you have here. live on the teenage poets :D no seriously, this is so poignant and beautifully written xx

2007-12-14 22:06:28SMILING DARKNESS
You are good at expressing emotions clearly through words. This poem is beautiful, good job!!!!