Love

notshutup — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 12:12:34 +0000

The love of a woman
Is like the powerful bite
Of a poisonous snake
Which takes you by surprise, cunning.
It’s venom spreads like a disease
Into your mind and body
You get sick as it possesses you
And takes over
The woman is the only cure.
Hope she loves you back.
You become jealous
Possessive and delirious
Craving her love
As the only antidote.
Finally your aching for her subsides
As you are filled by her loving you in return
Your desires are inevitably cured
As you cradle her in your arms
And hold her forever.

by Chris

NOT SHUT UP » Chris

Love