She is not my gal, she is deeply in love with another...But we find comfort in stolen love.


Secret

I met a girl
who knows i have fears
she sees beyond my tears
tells my half truths and great white lies apart..
I met a girl whose my deceptive heart cannot part
she knows all i am

I remember the color of her eyes
the taste of her lips
the movement in her hips...
the warmth in her breathe as she would whisper 2 names
her heart would sing without a sound
as i would lift her thighs above my head...

I met a girl
she would whisper 2 names
and mumble 1000 others...
a name of true love afar
a name of the true secret lover in her arms.




Poetry by samih
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Written on 2012-07-13 at 16:29

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