Haunted and Bewitched

What have you done to me?
What spell have you cast
That I can still taste you
In my mind and on my tongue?

I still feel your words
Glide over my skin,
Like you were laying
Next to me,
Bringing me pleasure and
Pain till I cry for more.

You haunt my every
Waking thought
And dominate my midnight
Reveries.

Ye gods,
I think I’ve fallen
In love, again.
With a memory.

I begged the night rain to
Ease my mind and cleanse
Me of this heartache.

But, as I sit here alone,
Driving down this
Long road to nowhere
I question myself
About what we once were.

Because, when I’m
With you,
Nothing hurts like it used to.

When I touch you,
My body turns into the
Sea,
And we both drown in that
Bliss.

When I close my eyes,
You’re all I think of,
You’re all I fantasize about.
You’re all I want.

I’m your prisoner
And I don’t want to be
Set free.

So trail your golden
Fingertips down
My back
And poison me with
Your love.

Whisper to me
In that voice that
Narrates my every desire.
The highs and lows, and
The softness therein.

Make me believe in Paradise
Again.

Because
I’m not afraid anymore.
Not afraid to show you,
How much the stars
Missed your kiss
And how my body
Craves the shape of you.

Come back to me,
My love,
So I don’t keep watching my
Heart burn for you.

Standing by,
Haunted
And
Bewitched

©️KVP
Art: SkullHeads
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Published by Kim V Poetry

I've always had a passion for writing. In this crazy world that we live in, I find my solace in made up words and make believe stories. Let's escape into the void and forget about it all just for a moment or two.

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