Cruel Desire

Such a voice, such a mouth

perhaps I could be blessed to heard you shout

I watch your walk, I stalk your gaze

This distance is taunting and my desire weighs

The sky opens up, your perfectly flawed

Could you be a trophy crafted by the hands of God?

I catch your eye, our parades are soon to collide

My bitter perception deceives me, as you approach the alluring woman by my side.

Author's Note

*WORKING PROGRESS*
let me know what you think!!

Reviews

[Arjun Singh]

I too dont think it need much of wrk, its gd as it is....
Keep writing sch nice pieces...!
:)

[The Shrew]

Thank you!

[Bare trees]

I think you've done a fine job on this as it is. Nice poem.

[The Shrew]

Thank you!!