Ebony's Poems
Here are a few of my poems!
Disappear! Damn you!
I don't know why I do it, but I think about you often.
Not in the casual way either, that other way.
I know. I have to stop it.
It's not sane.
But somehow you keep appearing in my dreams.
And I am mystified at why I am attracted to you.
I wouldn't ordinarily be.
Yes, that's it. I must be suffering from some unknown illness.
Yup, my good judgement must have been corrupted.
But thinking that doesn't stop me imagining you..
Near me always, comforting me, laughing with me, holding me, loving...
Okay. I've had it!
Leave! Damn you!
Why does your image haunt me?
You annoy me.
You torment me.
You anger me.
But you amuse me.
You tempt me.
Damn, you complete me.
But I can't have you.
So stay out of my head.
Ooooh, just disappear or something!!
The Mask I Wear
Oh, you didn't know?
This is a mask I wear to protect myself from all of you.
Yes you.
But I don't hurt me, you say.
But you have 100 times 100 times.
you have made me remove my mask and cry.
But nothing even matters you say.
Everything is everything I reply.
It's the small things that hurt the most.
Those constant little nicks that drain me.
But you don't know.
I know.
I learned how to put on this mask years and years ago.
It's been too good to me.
I can't let it go.
And the battle rages within.
Show them I cry!
No, I can't I cry!
Do it! I say!
Why? I ask, there's too much pain.
It hurts to take off this mask.
It leaves me exposed, open, and vulnerable to you.
I tremble, awaiting your judgement.
Now I ask, will you still love me when you see me?The Mask I Wear
My Undercover Lover
He creeps up behind me
I feel a gentle stroke on my back...
A fleeting kiss on my neck.
I melt.
Immediately.
Who is he? You wonder.
He is my undercover lover.
We meet only in the dark.
Our passion gives birth to light.
Hot and tender...
So steamy is his caress
I arch into his touch...
Fully. Completely.
Sometimes, he surprises me.
When I wake, a single rose petal beside me.
It's gentle perfume reminds me of our passion.
A token of our love
... Maybe a new toy.
He knows me so well...
My undercover lover.
The sheet rustles and
I catch a glimpse of him in all of his naked splendor.
Between us, the fire always burns and grows.
Our passion never slows.
Again and again, our love is proved.
He never tires...
My undercover lover
With him there are no limits,
no bounds, I will not cross.
With him, only him, I drop my inhibitions at the door.
A touch, so light on my thigh.
Heat threatens to engulf us.
I look. It's gone. He's gone...
My undercover lover.
I'm not sad, I know he will be back.
Until then. Until the dark.
I wait. I wonder. I dream.
I remember. I wait... breathlessly...
Only with thoughts of ...
My undercover lover.
Maybe
Have you ever felt so comfortable around him that you forgot he was a stranger?
Have you ever just wished the world existed with only you and him?
Have you ever thought of him so much it became strange not to think of him?
Have you ever got that warm feeling in the pit of your stomach when you heard his voice?
Have you ever wondered if he felt the same?
Well... maybe he does.
Have you ever been afraid to tell her your feelings?
Have you ever wished you could give her what she wanted most?
Have you ever just needed to be beside her?
Have you ever wished upon a star that she was yours?
Have you ever wondered whether she felt the same?
Well... maybe she does.
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