The Model and the Poet
He has got the looks make women burn with fire.
I got the words to tell what lurks deep within my heart and soul for him only.
He’s got the smile that will charm the women hearts into submission,
But I don’t have his heart and soul as mine.
All I have this deep pain inside me that aches to be within his divine of arms of sin.
I want to stare into his sultry eyes and see my reflection within them.
I want to listen to his heart as my naked body lies next to him, as I feel the raising of his chest rise and fall to the heavy breathing from my wicked touch upon his sinful body.
He is the model and actor.
He got the song and dance that has captured my heart and soul forever as his.
I am the poet that writes words that he has yet allow touch his heart and soul.
There was once blessing upon life, it was Theo, who became the model to make women worship the heavens for such great wonder upon life.
Than out of the blue…
The angels weep and god sent down a single poet to woe his heart and soul into perfection as it was meant to be.
He walks upon one pathway in life.
She walks upon the other pathway.
Upon a fluke, their pathways cross.
Words flow between them.
She wanted his touch and kisses upon her body.
He wanted to meet her.
Words spun to her to make refuse to see him or meet him, but he promise upon his birthday, he will make sure they meet.
Yet, neither dare to come together to glaze within each other eyes.
The model was to busy in chaotic life.
A poet to afraid too dares the unknown with him.
Now they are torn apart by one single mistake made by him.
The model locked away.
The poet words flow like weeping tears from heaven.
As each day passes, she cries because she knows he can’t.
As tear drops from her heavenly eyes, the lonely poet will be awaiting for the model to come take her upon their endless, wicked journey of passion.
He will be the only man to show her the forbidden fruit of passion and desire.
She lusts for the carnal knowledge of life that only he can give her.
He holds the elixir of life and love, she desire.
She is weak, so he can be strong within his darkness.
She feels his pain within her heart.
The model who was to busy with partying and working overlooked the poet, as if she could not be the answer to all his problems.
The poet is silently lingering within an endless limbo, because her heart and soul belongs too the model forever.
Until he reaches out to her again to coax her back into his waiting arms of endless for her only.
Now fate has twisted their lives upside down.
The model and the poet stand alone upon two different lands.
Will they ever come together?
Will he ever learn, see or feel her love for him?
Will the poet ever be able to face him and say the words that lurk deep within her heart and soul for him?
©2009 Firestar
