Don't Make Me Beg

by Genevieve Sturrock

how could you not notice
it's right in front of you

the inviting smile and
smokey eyes
looking at you, only you

how could you not respond
to that open invitation

does the blatant sexuality
scare you
or do you just not get it

either way just tell me
i'm willing to discuss

but don't ignore me
yet again
i wither from inattention


Author's Note: tell me when our passion turned complacent?

Posted on 03/05/2007
Copyright © 2020 Genevieve Sturrock

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 03/05/07 at 02:07 PM

Oh, I could write a book! Good candid write...and "I'm willing to discuss" is a nice splash of humor.

Posted by Alisa Js on 03/05/07 at 06:43 PM

why does that happen? I wonder, really I do.. I just posted one titled.. The First Time.. about an incredibly intense and passionate relationship I once had for seven years.... and thinking today, what happened???? lol..lol.. this one hits home.. alisa...;-)

Posted by Christel Crews on 03/06/07 at 03:06 AM

such a sincere, heartfelt request.. you have put all your cards on the table in a beautifully sad way.. i hope the season of passion returns :)

Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 03/06/07 at 05:56 PM

You had me at "the inviting smile and smokey eyes" lol Great write

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/07/07 at 04:03 AM

Well, this thing certainly does a damn good job of raising that question. Good stuff.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/13/07 at 02:09 PM

Hmmmm, yes, the final fade... well done.

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 04/10/07 at 03:46 AM

Maybe sometimes being single has it's benefits, but it's sad to hear about something like love fading. That probably hurts worse than loneliness, but in itself, it too is a loneliness that makes one wonder all the more. Too many mysteries attached to losing love. Excellent writing Genevieve.

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