The Forbidden FruitA Poem by Gigi
Just a poem about a guy that I like, but can not have. Just wanted to wright about it to get it off my mind and onto paper. (AS FOR PEOPLE I KNOW, you might not want to read this. It reveals a side of me that you might find odd and obscure.)
The man who is undesired by most is the one that I crave.
He is the forbidden fruit, the taboo of my being.
It doesn't make sense, to me or to mases.
I'll think of someone else in these long, tall grasses. . .
I can't stop thinking of him, he's here in my mind!
He haunts my thoughts, from the dusk until dawn.
My speech turns to sludge, my words run dry.
He can be rude, conceited, bigheaded, and narcissistic,
But there are times he's nectarous, companionable, sympathetic, and dear.
My ways of thinking have turned alike to Gelato in the summer,
Something about the way he talks and moves,
Ofcourse this is only an infatuiation.
I'll tie myself down, tighten my binds, and chain my wild emotions,
Then i'll stop pretending that one day he'll give me penetration,
But for right now i'll just release all this sexual frustration
© 2009 Gigi
Shelved in 1 LibraryAdded on April 21, 2009
Traverse Town, CA
AboutMy Nickname is Giggers. I am now 18 years old. I am halfway through my second year of college at the Academy of Art University in San Francisco. I live with two roommates and all of my old friends are.. more..
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