He began to unfold me,
With the young sweet hands I solely allowed just to hold me
Those hands could never scold me,
My first and my only,
Tempted to lust by the sweet words only his lips could have told me
Unfold me, my layers have yet to be peeled
By the love that only two lovers can feel,
Uncover the layer that smothers the others
While playing the role of my ravenous lover,
No words can be said,
He speaks to me with his body instead,
Maybe its’s his eyes that keeps my hunger fed
This ardent man dances through every thought in my head,
From when the sun displaces the moon who has fled ,
To when I allay my pensive thoughts in my bed,
And when I yearn to return to the silence of the dead
I look in his eyes, and my layer has shed.
But little did I know,
My one and my only
Would falter to phony
Soon to leave me lonely,
Leaving me to crave
The kiss that he gave
And in that romantic wave,
To love I was a slave
Save me, he was supposed to save me from lies,
Instead he looked from my eyes and wore a heartless disguise
And I was so blind,
Could have been losing my mind
When I wanted our love to be one of a kind
Finding our souls misplaced,
This love we could have chased
But at the end of the race
We would both have to face,
What we failed to embrace
What we could not erase
On this path of excitement, improperly traced
Cased inside of my heart
Where my love had its start,
I was determined to hold on to what fell apart,
As he unfolded me once, unfolded me twice
I believed that every layer had a definite price.
So there he stood, trying to give me his all,
I could not have surmised a man to be so small
With no effort installed,
Silence to my call
He could not break my fall
So I rebuilt my wall,
My modesty caught me
His ignorance taught me,
Never to settle, for him I had fought me
This war in my brain
Nearly drove me insane,
What we had was forgotten and thrown down the drain
And I wonder sometimes, what could we have made,
If we chanced a step forward out of the shade,
And into the heat where our souls could have dwelled,
Where we would stand to retell glorious tales,
Of days when his fragrance was the sweetest smell,
When we would dance and romance, into his arms I fell.
But instead of reminiscing, I left from his side
And marched on my path as I stepped on his pride,
His pride that resides underneath what has died
Where he folds into himself and secretly hides,
But he wants to take me and unfold me and bend me,
Thinking maybe a hug will instantly mend me,
I was wrong to relinquish the walls that defend me,
I was wounded at heart but this will not end me,
Envy and jealousy are licked clean from my lips
As I bid him farewell with the shake of my hips,
And I gaze at the eyes that seize to look into mine
Only to find a child perfectly blind,
And this is whom I thought could unfold me and mold me
Now I giggle, once believing lies he told me,
He was as fake as the passion he showed me,
His dexterity crumbles in desire to hold me.
Although our love was ephemeral, I’ve plainly discovered
He was my dream lover and now I wish to recover,
The mirth that once aligned us,
Where passion intertwined us,
To leave the past behind us
Prevarications confined us
He and I, we shall find us
By removing what blinds us,
My vision divulges a devotion that binds us
Or better yet reminds us,
To love wholeheartedly,
Our hearts remarkably,
Honest.
Being modest,
Doth I let him release my troubling life’s harness?
Or rather shall I call upon him to unfold me?
As if to have me like he bought me and never sold me
Unfold me, my layers have yet to be peeled,
Only his touch could allow me to heal,
My longing ended when he began to hold me,
No long would those hands seemingly scold me,
His veracity would shape me and ultimately mold me,
As he began, to once again, unfold me.