Bittersweet

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A kiss full of passion among our heated lust

 

 

 

He desired more than my body – he wanted my heart

 

 

 

We are both bared to each other completely with nothing but skin

 

 

 

Our bodies entwined to one another, nothing but love can ever be found

 

 

 

He loved me that night, made love to me , and thanked what Higher Power could be named that I was still by his side, as he softly whispered,

 

 

 

"Please be mine."

 

 

 

If I could only explain, my feelings out loud without the fear of hurting you

 

 

 

I don’t love you

 

 

 

Yet my love has changed because of you

 

 

 

The way we fought and made up

 

 

 

The uncounted tears or those happy times unforgettable they seem

 

 

 

But I look into tomorrow; I don't see you by my side

 

 

 

It's hard to explain or maybe it's just you

 

 

 

I don’t think I can honestly stay committed to you

 

 

 

I meant seriously we are a "couple" or perhaps I feel empty and search for more

 

 

 

I love another lover

 

 

 

But I still can't explain my inner turmoil without breaking your heart

 

 

 

I know I care but not like I used to

 

 

 

I think this may well be a finale

 

 

 

All this time I've had to think

 

 

 

I realized you're not for me

 

 

 

My uncounted tears every night

 

 

 

They aren't for you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I find myself thinking about him

 

 

 

Even during the few encounters we have

 

 

 

This experience is new

 

 

 

Seems surreal and too good to be true

 

 

 

But he appreciates my inner demons

 

 

 

Something you have never seen!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's like a story

 

 

 

Everything so perfect

 

 

 

I think I know how he feels

 

 

 

It may become an ordeal

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My uncounted tears

 

 

 

They come from my heart

 

 

 

My heart reaching out to another

 

 

 

He's somebody that cares

 

 

 

He knows who I truly am

 

 

 

He's opened my eyes

 

 

 

He's made me dream again - there can be more to life

 

 

 

That you wouldn't let me see

 

 

 

I must go

 

 

 

 

Must you bear this cross as it weighs down your body and soul?

Is it not a heavy burden and sin to carry as you make your way through life?

You are like a puppet on a string - take the scissors and slice the strings!

I can no longer be your crown of thorns as my presence will only hurt you and lead to a slow death of the body and mind

 

 

Forgive me, that is all I want

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Note: A femme fatale tells her occasional lover that she can no longer be his mistress as she has another lover, and wants to be "innocent" (meaning starting anew) while the married lover has plans to make her his (wife).

 

The first part is from the married lover's perspective that he has found his true soulmate and wishes to be committed to her and make her his wife. The second part deals with the femme fatale/mistress perspective on the relationship and why she can't be with him even though he promises her commitment, happiness, and marriage (it is also implied that he is already divorced). She breaks off the relationship because she has fallen for another lover (implied to be royalty) plus she feels that he's too clingy and emotionally attached. 

 

crown jewel

1. A precious jewel that is part of or featured on a monarch's or sovereign's regalia.
2. An asset or possession prized as being the best of a group of similar things.

 

crown of thorns

Something that causes one pain and suffering. Alludes to the crown of thorns that Jesus was made to wear before his crucifixion. Its usage is similar to the phrase "cross to bear."

 

a cross (somebody has) to bear (British & Australian) also a cross (somebody has) to carry (American & Australian)

An unpleasant situation or responsibility that you must accept because you cannot change it. A situation or person that you have to accept and deal with, although you find it very difficult.

 

 

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