Obsession II

Este é o resultado final de "obsession". Apos tanto escrever, modificar, planear dividir em varios poemas mas não o fazer devido ao assunto ser semelhante demais, acabei por decidir em dividir o poema em partes tal como fiz num anterior para melhor assimilar as ideias/sensaçoes que pretendo transmitir. Este é então o poema mais comprido que tenho.

“Obsession II”

(Part I: All the time you’re on my mind)

I find myself talking alone

Just looking at the walls.

I know every corner of this room.

Don’t want to go anywhere else…

I’m expressing my emotions,

Showing you how I feel

Giving you my words to be repaid in actions.

I’m feeling you.

Not one thing, object, action,

Can derive my mind from you.

You do not control my thought,

You are my mind...

You are the time I spend thinking

I...

You know how I feel so why bother telling you?

Is it not obvious my feelings for you?

My uncontrollable desires, necessities

That can only be consumed by you!

(Part II: Feel you here)

Looking forward to unraveling your closes,

Caressing your body,

Or just anxious for your presence,

To hear your voice console me, because I am down,

I am feeling bad now.

And always till you come closer, near.

Just enough for me to steel a kiss,

To feel your mouth, lips, tong, caressing mine.

Smooth gentle touches, licks... the pleasure....

I remember touching you,

My hand near yours,

Feeling your breath near my neck,

My fingers gently caressing your every body,

Drifting slowly down your back

As you whisper in my ear what I mean to you.

(Part III: You, Above Me)

You are unique, a goddess,

Your body a highway of infinite desire,

Curves of abnormal accident rating,

Wishing to slide and turn, caressing,

Not ever finding any flaws.

Your face I am unable to contemplate,

No such beauty seen to date.

I am a glimpse to your image,

Hidden away in the dark.

If only my face was like my soul

For you to mold,

If only I could hold your hand

And make you understand.

(Part IV: Sick Obsession)

I wake up to the desperation

For the lack of your presence,

Hoping every minute to see you once more,

Making my every action a foolish attempt

For this unfundemented purpose.

I must let time make this fade away.

Let this feeling drift for it is in vain.

Stupidly outrages,

Impossible to be conceived under destinies desire.

I must quit fooling myself…

This is my obsession for you:

To be where you are,

To see you by far.

This is what I live to do.

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