SO SEXY!

 no there is nothing else to see, 

     you can already tell, 

                               that deep within her eyes she knows,                         

                               things will never be good enough, 

                                                   she just doesnt give 

                                                   she wont feel what you have to give,

                                                   so when you wake the next morning, 

                                                   sounds of the rustling wind within her hair, 

     an empty whole left behind,

 

                                 in the cold,

 

where this idea of the ultimate bond becomes lost, 

where the hollow footsteps fade, 

washed away in the lost current of the common passing,

                                 goodnight sweet one,

                                 goodnight,

                                                   may such thoughts pass, 

                                                   merely come to understand such common thoughts.  

Reviews

[x]

'an empty whole left behind'

Wow, can I steel that!!!
You write to bait but you give yourself away in the title.
You are owned and there's no escape. And yes...

[Mariah]

hmmmm i like it but it just feels like there's so much left un-said...i think a maybe a sequel to this poem would be add even more and still keep the reader interested but i think its well written and amazingly said as well.