Why is it I can never see the drive of men who desire me?
They long for passion and kisses touch.
Relentless is their want of such.
They whisper longing words.
The kind sometimes mixed with curse.
Men kiss me tenderly.
Each time I melt less reluctantly.
But as the moments rush…
Men forget my touch.
Fading into the night and passing each day.
Speaking their desires yet again that was yesterday.
Their lips and hands caressing much.
Only to wake and know it was lust.
When that lust blows away, quickly it happens I must say.
Then I’m left feeling empty, longing for that lasting touch, loves bite that engulfs my love.
It’s then I will know…
Will you last, short or long your kiss impacts.