Shadows Of My Heart (poetry from the soul; for the soul)

Blurred Lines

I admire the fresh paint on my hands,

And let the scent tantalize my nose,

Enjoy the constant reminder that I have painted a new line,

Created a new limit to add to the pre-existing ones.

It's all for my good I say,

An attempt to fool myself into believing that it will keep you away.

But an involuntary smile takes hold of my lips,

Betraying the desperate attempt of a lie,

Letting the truth in its purest form show its face again,

The truth that,

I'm waiting,

Hoping even,

That the line won't do any  good at keeping you out

But rather it would grasp your attention,

Gosh I want your attention!

I want curiosity's nudge to push you over the line,

The line I'm afraid to cross.

Because that way I will be able to scold you,

And pretend to scream in your face,

Pretend I hate the embrace.

The closer you get the more the line blurs

Take that step over,

Take a taste of what's forbidden,

Maybe then you'll know what's hidden,

Behind every no that has ever escaped my lips,

Any objection is lost in a kiss,

The lines blur as I close my eyes,

Blurred in the moments of ecstasy,

When you are with me,

Tasting the truth on my lips,

I don't want the truth to slip,

Like your hands slipping between my legs.

I must resist the urge to tell you,

That really the line never existed,

That I merely incepted the idea in your mind,

And watched as it took root in your soul,

Watched as it pierced your heart,

As it made way for your desires,

Your longing,

To pour out,

Let it pour out.

I can't tell you when it is this amusing,

To see you walk on eggshells,

I can't,

When the idea reaps so much satisfaction,

When it's this fulfilling.

I can't,

Because it brings me too much pleasure,

Watching you so utterly,

So shamelessly,

Lose yourself.