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In public we hate each other
But secretly we entertain each other
When the sun goes down our shift begins
During the day, I pretend
Like I'm so sick of men
When really I'm so quick to give in
I don't know why I act so shy
Maybe I like the chase
Though I do know, you like my taste

Nobody knows about our affairs
Except the stars in the midnight air
They light up when they see you worship my body
And the way you're built is so godly
That's probably how you got me

I don't mind this relation
I like it better than the feeling of **temptation
Jaanam Jaswani Oct 2013
He creeps near to the foot of my bed
With that smirk
Oh he's come to cocoon me away to his army
Of dented men
With cropped souls

He asked
But never said please
To come with him
Where it's warm
I shook my head

He persuaded me
But never said please
To come with him
Where gems trickle down your face
I said no

He insisted
But never said please
To come with him
Where his home was
I refused

He forced me
But never said please
To come with him

When a comforting light pierced through my eyes

I couldn't see what it was
For it was far too beautiful
It sheered the man away

It was so modest
So against the beauty of living
Of looking, of tasting
It was a stoic;
Passionless

It was like the water
So against the grains of sand
Of dirt, of ink
It was a stoic;
Calm

It was so indifferent
So against the pull of pleasure
Of sin, of feeling
It was a stoic;
Strong

It was like god
It was god
For nothing
Would come close
To freeing the devil off the foot of my bed.

— The End —