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My addiction. . .
by Ymelda RamirezYou light a fire within me.
An insatiable appetite, I can no longer control.
How do you do this?
Youve never touched my skin, or whispered in my ear. . .
But, I know how you feel.
I know the smell of your cologne,
The way your lips feel upon my skin,
And the way it feels to have your warm hands caress my body.
Ive loved you for so long.
Theres this unspoken bond between us.
Each time I tell you its over,
I come crawling back.
You always take me back.
Why do you do that?
Do you feel the same way about me?
At night, when youre ready to fall asleep, do I invade your thoughts?
Constantly I have visions of that fateful day when our paths crossed.
Or did they?
Would our lives be different had I made more of an effort?
Were I not so afraid?
I never understood the meaning of needing someone until now.
I need you to want me the way I want you.
I cant control this.
11/28/2007 Posted on 12/01/2007
Copyright © 2025 Ymelda Ramirez
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/01/07 at 10:44 AM So dangerous, addictions. So usually lethal, but every time they're not, the attraction somehow becomes stronger. Well. At least in my experience anyway. Nicely expressed! |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/01/07 at 02:55 PM Exceptionally written.... I enjoyed the haunting, questioning quality.... and excellent write.... |
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