Hypnotized With Desire

When you turn to walk away,
I feel like a lonely high school boy
Returning to an empty home
On a soap-opera afternoon;
I just want to follow after you
Along some dreamy avenue,
Trail the swaying of your skirt
And the rhythm of your pretty shoes.

I would calculate my days
And give my breath away
To kiss your necklace throat
With promises of love,
To inhale the sublime scent of your hair
As you delicately saunter from the shower…

You leave me mesmerized and quivering
Whenever you are near me;
I’m hypnotized with desire,
But still you walk away.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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