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Forbidden Fruit
I shouldn’t want you like I do.
You're forbidden fruit to me.
I've dreamt of savouring your taste,
a sweetness that can never be.
You know the pleasure I could bring you,
you see it in my eyes.
And you know that with just my touch,
I can ignite the passion your heart desires,
My voice penetrates a longing
for something you've never had.
It tempts you into feeling sensual,
then guilt soon turns it bad.
Our hearts have chosen different paths
Ones each other cannot walk.
So feelings of lust and passion
are subject of which we talk.
I think we must have been lovers
In another place and time
there I make you feel like a women should
and in that place your heart is mine.
Clue or Less
A poet's voice equals how they put words together in their head, how you think is syntax unique, not some imagined artifice in open verse (no devices - straight prose) or free verse (dominated by rhythm - invented rhythm schemes without rhyme pattern), a metaphor or simile would be nice also or any element of style, allusion, consonance, assonance, caesura and that. Idea in prose is paramount, in poetry "voice" is paramount. Uniqueness of vision - pictures in words work well too. I can not "see" this poem - it is from your head, not from what is IN your emotions. A sharing - keep writing and read the pp poets for what I mean. The more you write, the better you will evolve and become ~~Lady A~~
My first poem, more of an
My first poem, more of an admission of guilt more than an attempt at poetry perhaps.
Thank you for your critique, I will take this as constructive and apply it as I intend to use this as a way to exercise some of my demonds.