If you like her, say it…chances are she’s noticed, but she’s waiting to hear it from you.
If you only knew how I ache for you
How I tremble
Writhe
Sweat just waiting on you to make your move
You’ve gotten inside my head
Turned it over and made a mess of the order that had kept me calm
Cold
Collected and now I don’t know what else to do with these hands
You can imagine what I mean
I want you to
A cheap thrill
After reading so many of Monocle’s poems, where he makes his move with masculine prerogative, I smile to read yours. You wait. You writhe. You sweat, but you wait for your man to make his move. Very feminine.
I was just thinking that it’s a nice counterpart to Monocle’s #hit.
[P.S. I loved how you offset the word cold.]
I see the resemblance. To be fair, I wrote the poem almost two years ago, while in the midst of a maddening crush on someone who was taking their sweet time succumbing to my feminine wiles.
I’m still surprised how quickly a kiss can melt stubborn pride…
lovely. Look forward to reading more of your beautiful words
Thank you so much : )
and she’s off to a great start! So glad you’re here, Ximena!
love the “gotten inside my head and made a mess…”
how well that describes what THEY do to us…*grins*
(now that THEY’ve shown us it’s often reciprocal…does that give us some power, back?)
nilla
I wish I could say that it gives us a modicum of control — after all knowledge is power — but the poem is proof that *knowing* he wants you doesn’t make it any easier to wait on him to find the strength to tell you so…
…but I’m ‘old-school’ in the sense that I don’t usually make the first move. I know some women might say that I’m setting women’s movement back 70 years with my mentality, but to be blunt, I don’t care. If the feeling is mutual and he finds the courage to tell me how he feels, he can rest assured that he’ll be very richly rewarded ; )
Hot, hot, hot!!!
I know exactly how that feels. You expressed it perfectly, X.
More please….