Hypnotized With Desire

Poem By Uriah Hamilton

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.

Comments about Hypnotized With Desire

Uriah, Whew! Holy smokes! As a woman I can tell you that if you talk to her (the object of your desire) like this you have absolutely nothing to worry about. She's yours! Trust me on this one! lol S
i agree with sasha damien. damn, this is one of your best poems. you seem to calculate emotions and hit them dead on. congratulations.
Jesus Christ, Uriah! Ask her out already! ! ! !
a captivating write, I felt every line. Brilliant.
Uriah...wonderful poem so I had to give it a ten. You conveyed many great emotions in this one.

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