**Back in time during some tense moment,
of weakness causes a state -of Confusion
or was it an era of delusion in my poetic mind?
to my greatest surprise, this became a series
of my confessional poetry.
Aching for someone to fill a void
A love that couldn’t be granted
Without the repercussion of the change.....
Why have I chosen?
Such a man of low caliber
To fulfill my wildest fantasies
A man who knows
Not what he wants
Who never delivered those timely sigh
Or made the almighty seem
Less powerful than him
Oh how long have I waited to reach?
That high pitch of satisfaction
To hear the sound of
“Oh God, oh my God
Without a choir chorale
My bed, his cave,
No waiver, the thrill is gone
A wish not granted
A void yet to be filled**
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 7:09 AM UTC
**Back in time during some tense moment,
of weakness causes a state -of Confusion
or was it an era of delusion in my poetic mind?
to my greatest surprise, this became a series
of my confessional poetry.
Aching for someone to fill a void
A love that couldn’t be granted
Without the repercussion of the change.....
Why have I chosen?
Such a man of low caliber
To fulfill my wildest fantasies
A man who knows
Not what he wants
Who never delivered those timely sigh
Or made the almighty seem
Less powerful than him
Oh how long have I waited to reach?
That high pitch of satisfaction
To hear the sound of
“Oh God, oh my God
Without a choir chorale
My bed, his cave,
No waiver, the thrill is gone
A wish not granted
A void yet to be filled**
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