The Poetry of True Love and Pain

It’s quiet,
And we’re alone,
With no one here
To stop us from our
Midnight fantasies.

The only sounds that
Reverberate off the walls
Are the beating of our hearts
And heaving breaths we take.

My arms wrapped around
Your body,
Your hands traveling over
My skin.
I’m set aflame by your eagerness
And your desire, therein.

Amid all of our passion,
My thoughts turn to our story
And I wonder why we’re perfect
For one another.

Is it the way our
Lips fit so perfectly together?
Or the way your blood
Sings for mine.
Could it be the secret harmony
That your moans make against
The hollow of my throat?

My love,
I would have you until
Forever and never hide
My face from your shade.

We ache together
We hunger together
And if destiny tells us so,
We’ll be reborn together.

If poems are spells
Then from my pen
To the moon,
I pray you open
Your heart
And never stray
From me.

You are the words
I’ve dreamt of writing,
The poetry of true love
And pain.

Art: SkullHeads


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.

One thought on “The Poetry of True Love and Pain

  1. “True love, where are you now? He asked the pretty gal near. He told her. In the end. Love is kindness and she asked him. Have you found love yet, have you found kindness yet? He smiled and he told her. No luck for me. Kind woman are few and rare. I believe we learn to be kind too late. ”
    Hello dear Kim. I loved the poetry.

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