I don’t have faith in his face………
His dark skin rich like good chocolate and innocent brown eyes
void to the worse of this world. The roundness of
his handsome features with that wink of a dimple in his left cheek
that comes to life when he smiles at me.
I don’t have faith in his words………
His thick luxuriant voice speaks words that send shivers down my spine.
Words of love and respect, understanding and reasons but they’re full of
undertones that I can’t decipher.
I don’t have faith in his smell………
Spicy and sweet with a hint of musk that awaken memories of sweet
kisses and warm caress, of pledges sacred and holy, of enduring peace.
And things done in the dark.
I don’t have faith in his touch……….
He reaches out to touch my face. The common touch of his rough hand, full
of ageless sentiments, lingers. Stroking softly before sliding slowly
down my neck to cup the back of my head in a familiar sensual caress
that my body knows all too well.
I don’t have faith in his taste………
Sweet and warm and delectable like a warm caramel apple and just as
deceitful in his rich textured lips and tepid goodness
that makes me want more.
I don’t have faith in my emotions………
In his embrace I’m home, where my journey ends.
The only place I’ve ever wanted to be.
My feelings so strong, my phantoms know
I’m no long the master of my emotions.
In him I’m revealed, nothing hidden, opened like a flower to his sun.
He holds me body mind and spirit, heart and soul.
It’s no wonder my body reacts to what my heart
believes instead of what my mind knows to be true.
I don’t have faith in the story of us………
In the space between us, there is fiction. He tell stories with his face,
his smile, his eyes, his words, his smell, his touch, his taste
and with his body next to mine. He lies hoping I’ll
believe but someone stole his heart from me, took it
away so easily or did he give it away?
I don’t have faith that I can ever leave……..
I know I can’t keep him nor can I possess him,
Thought I could keep him forever. I give him love
what a high price I had to pay when you don’t have Faith
So, sometimes a lie is the best thing when you don’t have Faith.
I just hope I still have a place in his heart,
but like I said ,I don’t have Faith.
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