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Her Nostalgias

Poetry By: joy Milton

Often what we think is love turns out to be 'body hunger'

Submitted:Sep 24, 2007    Reads: 208    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I lost my virginity

Like I lost my childhood

I hoped you will love me

Would adore and respect me

The way you did initially

You waited for hours to meet me

Bringing flowers, gifts, and lies

First talking from a distance

Desiring to move more close

Finding ways to sit next to me

Where those moments have winged

The softness of your hands on my face

The care you took while kissing me

Breathing deeply to smell my parts

You made me feel like princess

Those days when you made love

You cared to burn me like a fire

Then slowly extinguishing it

You followed the universal formula

Men two minutes women twenty

Now you come to me like a killer

Boiling, loaded to explode at once

Forgetting me, my desires, my love

You want to have my diamond

Why did you develop this hunger?


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