A poem story about god of lust, narcissus AND there are yet Chapters to add |
Narcissus; Verse I; Desire I don’t know what to do Whenever she smiles at me I feel like I am in need For anything Here eyes drive me wild Like a bull teased by red light Her gaze sharpens my senses And my breathing There is something I want When she looks at me Yet I do not know What I want to do Or have She makes my brain fuzzier With every smile Is this even normal Though I know she would make it Worth my while Her eyes admit her want What am I waiting for? Why do I feel that guilt? Not admitting this desire to myself I dubbed me Desiree the quilt Narcissus; Verse II; Have Is it wrong to have that feeling Is it a foul gift to long for someone so badly it makes your guts twist in knots every time you think about it Is it weak to want anything so much That It keeps you going Making it worth living Is it a sin to surrender to desire completely to savor the lingering aftertaste of pure want And breath the scent of humble eagerness Embrace the feeling you have been cherishing for this one moment Drooling all over it with just little expectation Just hoping for satisfaction to come closer |