In the twilight of your eyes,
I see my reflection
naked flesh clad only in
invisible suits of armor.

I see everything that I
was meant to be,
everything that you
have ever wished
me to be:

a goddess,
your Venus,
unraveling before you
and giving you
momentary bliss.

But I am nothing more than
mere words and phrases,
trunks of secrets and broken
promises.

The violent beating
of my heart matches
the danger in your eyes,
as I let you
trail kisses and sweat
down the
arch of my back.

“I want you,” you whisper.

And I simply say:

Don’t.

03/10/2010

Posted on 03/11/2010
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