Woman Of Desire
Hey woman
Dare devil of desire
You are the one
Who killed my love
Now gone
Without one bit of sorrow
You laid down in your lair
Yes it’s true
It was you who took my man
You are the one
I could kill with pleasure
So now
I am in this hole of despair
You have painted this body in red
Shining red like the body of evil
Dare devil woman of desire
You do not as other
Flow at the menses
You are the slut
The one who took
My dignity
My man
My life
Just left me
My despair
My pain
Damn
You
Copyright © 2005 Tinka Boukes
He was the one who walked away and left you behind, broken and dead.
Hope you are okay by now.
Love
Amira
Be at peace for if the man leaves a good thing, that is his loss and the grieving woman's secret blessing.
Great musical match with this, piercing!
cynth'ya lewis reed
Peace and love, Carole
Take care,
Sherry
Why won't other people respect other people's mates?
I have always hated with perfect hatred those who cheat !
This poem is great because it expresses the feelings to
the slut, man or woman, who is driven by desire and no
concern for others.
Well Done Kid!
Rich Criso Suarez
WOW. Remind me not to get on your bad side *chuckling nervously* Damn...you don't get mad, you get EVEN! Strongly emotional, intense write--very well executed. Um...er...yeah. VERY good!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Damn HIM really - not worth the tears nor the fight. Life goes on!
God bless,
Sandie.
Felix
Paul;-}
Love,
Eileen
You can't hurry love, as Ms Ross said..
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :(