Yes, he laid me.

Aching heart; fear-filled,

Longing for even the bleakest comfort,

He gave his arm out. Solace, I thought.

A delusion.

 

He held my hand, moving an inch every hour,

I could call the hoax, no naivety here.

Yet, hope is a bitch!

 

So yes, he laid me.

 

He walked the street, whistling,

A beat in his gait.

Our eyes never met.

Lying under the sheets I thought,

“If never can I forgive myself for a deed that harmed, I will have you.

You will be my penance to all my wrongs.”

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About MindLicker

I am a Mind Licker, and I write What The Mind Licks. Loud in decibels. Lost in deciphers. Love, laughter, life are my turn-ons. And I talk about sex way too openly for my conservative up-bringing. If you'd like to read what I write/ see What My Mind Licks, pls do visit: https://mindlicker.wordpress.com/ Do let me know what you think. I might lick... I mean like that too. Happy Reading! :)

Posted on April 16, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. I usually don’t read a lot of poems (def not a lot on Indiblogger) but I read this one, and its really good. Good stufff… heh, I don’t think I want to address someone as Mindlicker. Do you have a name? 😉

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