'm calling God again, begging for His mercy. One of these days I might blurt out your name. You had such an innocent look on your face in an adult's body. How could that be?
How we made love in my mind, I couldn't shake off the image. I kept committing such a sexy sin, even though I haven't touched the tip of your finger.
Your eyes ever so dreamy, making me day dream in the middle of the day. Can you hear my pulse? Oh, all the pulse that could beat is screaming for you...
Sexy, sexy, sin, and yet I want more of it. I'm uttering a silent apology to your wife and child. For I imagined myself already embracing your child, claiming as mine.
The little things that you do is affecting me. Why do these images keep flashing on my mind? Kissing each other ever so passionately. I wonder how it feels when it's real.
Mia Bella
05.09.2024
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Nocturnal Nights
PoetryNight time will always be your secret diary. (A collection of my poems, short stories and thoughts that comes from my restless mind when night time hits.)
