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Lustful
Giselle
 Wanting
 
 Lust courses through my veins
 like blood. Your eyes, like piercing
 daggers, stare me down. Wishing.
 Wanting. Hoping. For a taste of Me.
 
 The way your skin feels on mine, the
 tingle of delight that sparks from your
 touch. Want is such a devilish thing.
 The monster inside me grips at my
 
 heart every time you come near. It
 makes me want you and the feeling
 is hard to control. My eyes watch you.
 I watch you touch her, the same way
 
 you touched me yesterday. The looks
 you throw at me are filled with lust. You
 love her, but you want me. You want
 my skin on yours, my taste, my heart.
 
 But all I have to give you is lust.
 
 
 
 
 Giselle
 Her
 
 Lisa, the Devil. Her raven colored
 hair glitters in the sunlight. The silky
 strands fall gracefully on her shoulders.
 
 Something she has that I do not.
 
 Her baby blue eyes that are anything
 but lustful. More like full of innocence.
 Innocence, a great virtue to have.
 
 Something she has that I do not.
 
 Her great body, curves in all the right
 places and fat where it should be. Cup
 size labeled B, in the middle. Normal.
 
 Something she has that I do not.
 
 The grip she has on your heart. Her icy
 fingers wrap themselves ever so gently
 around your beating heart. That heart,
 
 Something she has that I do not. 
 
 
 
 Giselle
 Eyeing
 
 I watch you as you stare in my direction.
 You stalk like a lion waiting to pounce,
 claws extended and eyes full of want.
 
 I watch as she looks in the direction of
 your gaze. The gaze that is directed at
 me. She grabs your hand and her icy
 
 fingers squeeze themselves tighter
 around your heart and hand, willing you
 to try and escape her rigid grasp.
 
 Her eyes fill with animosity towards me.
 I am the other woman, the girl her man
 keeps looking at no matter how tight
 
 she clenches her fingers. I watch as
 your eyes are adverted to the death
 grip she has on your hand. You flick
 her hand off yours and look towards me.
 
 You look towards the girl you want, the
 girl you can not have.
 
 
 
 Giselle
 Tasteless
 
 Tasteless; that is how I would describe
 your choice in women other than me.
 With my blond hair and brilliant emerald
 eyes I am anything but normal or
 
 Tasteless.
 
 Lisa on the other hand, is homely. Her
 black hair and blue eyes have never
 stood out before now. What attracts you
 to her? I have no clue; She is normal and
 
 Tasteless.
 
 You are gorgeous. Your brown eyes and
 tanned, muscular skin stands out to every
 girl in school. You are the envy of every
 guy and the crush of every girl. You are
 
 Tasteful.
 
 I want to taste you again.
 
 
 
 
 Vince
 Juicy
 
 Your lips are inviting, the plumpness 
 is begging to be kissed from my two
 plump red lips.
 
 Juicy
 
 Your breasts, round and perfect for
 holding. My hands would cup them gently
 if you would let me.
 
 Juicy
 
 Your assets are perfectly proportioned;
 as are your lips and breasts. Perfectly
 sculpted to fit your perfect juicy figure.
 
 You my angel are perfect.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Vince
 Angels
 
 My mom always taught me that Angels
 were not allowed to walk on Earth. That
 if I were to ever meet a woman who struck
 me as having the beauty of an angel
 
 I should run and never look back for she 
  is the Devil in disguise. Ignoring my
 mother’s pleas, I fell fast in love with you.
 
 The Devil.
 
 Hot as can be and as sinful as they come.
 You can be persuasive and wicked, or
 sweet and affectionate. You are the poster
 
 child for Bi polar disorder but that is what
 attracts me to you. The way you can be
 two different people at one time.
 
 What are you? The Devil or an Angel in
 
 
 disguise?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Vince
 
 Gorgeous
 
 
 
 Would be the word I would use to
 
 describe you. Your perfectly smooth skin,
 
 your amazing clear complexion, your
 
 blonde hair and the way it swishes when you
 
 
 walk my way. The way you smile at me
 
 when no one is looking, and when you
 
 want me. The way you would look naked,
  curled up in my arms after we are done making
 
 
 love. The way your sighs fill my ears after
 
 I tell you ‘I love you’ and you do not say it
 
 back. The way you wish you could leave
 
 him but know you can not.
 
 
 I want your gorgeous body on mine all the
 
 time. I want your hands around my neck
 
 and your lips on mine. I want you.
 
 
 Your gorgeous body lusts for me. Lusts,
 
 not loves. Lust is all you can give me; and
 
 all I can give to you is love.
 
 
 Love, forever and ever. All you have to do
 
 is accept, but I know you will not.
 
 Vince
 Warm Whispers
 
 Janitor’s closet fantasies are filled every
 day between fourth and fifth period. Your
 boyfriend will drop you off at the door to your
 class and I wait patiently across the hall.
 
 Watching.
 
 His hands find yours and he holds them to
 his heart. He tells you how much he loves
 you and wants to be with you forever.
 Forever, something I could give you.
 
 Waiting.
 
 For the opportune moment where I make
 my move and motion for you to follow me
 into the closet towards everything you
 could have but choose not to take.
 
 Anticipating.
 
 The day you decide to leave your boy toy
 for endless days and nights of what we
 have during break periods in school days.
 All I want is the feeling of love.
 
 Giselle
 Forever
 
 Forever screams that there will be no end;
 Reality tells a different tale, there is
 always an end. A story has a beginning
 and an end, life has a beginning and an
 
 End.
 
 You are always trying to tell me that your
 love for me has no end. That there is only
 forever inside your heart. I will never listen
 to the lies that come out of your mouth.
 
 The only thing I want to hear are the soft
 moans that escape your lips as our bodies
 touch behind closed doors. The simple
 and labored breathing that comes when
 you tell me that you want to be with me,
 
 Forever.
 
 Your warm whispers on my skin as you
 outline the contours of my body and sing
 me Spanish lullabies to try and calm my
 nerves. It never helps, it’s always going to
 bug me. Forever has to End.
 
 Giselle
 Salvation
 
 You are my salvation, my savior and love.
 
 You can lift me up and make me fly.
 
 You can make any day brighter than the
 sun.
 
 You are also my inner demons.
 
 You can break me like a porcelain doll.
 
 You can shatter my heart into tiny
 fragments of a love that was once there.
 
 You have all the power and wisdom in the
 world and you know how to use it.
 
 
 
 
 
 Giselle
 Goodbye
 
 Goodbye and Goodnight are supposed to
 be the two hardest words in the English
 language to say to someone you love.
 
 You said them both to me in one night.
 
 “Goodbye Forever” seems so harsh when
 spit from the beautiful lips that I once
 kissed. Too bad you meant it.
 
 I should have been passive about the
 situation and just taken it like a strong and
 independent woman… However, I did not.
 
 My heart collapsed into a pool of pity and
 self hatred. The sadness filled my lungs
 and choked me into an unwanted silence.
 
 Numb is all I felt. My chest that was once
 lively with the beating of a red heart was
 now a black home where that red organ
 should have been.
 
 I push back the pain to subside the tears
 from spilling over onto my cheeks.
 
 
 Giselle
 The End
 
 I watch you speak to her; you are full of
 love. Your eyes speak the words that you
 never wanted to say to me. Those words
 that you reserved for her.
 
 The words I’ll never hear.
 
 I’m useless. My life means nothing without
 you in it. I can’t speak, I can’t eat, I can’t
 breathe with out you here to love me. My
 lust has turned into love.
 
 But you do not want me anymore.
 
 I treated you like a Ken doll, something I
 could play with and have no strings
 attached. My, how the tables have turned.
 
 I am your Barbie doll. Your play toy.
 
 I mean nothing to you but a love buddy.
 Someone you can go to and lust after
 when your girlfriend doesn’t give it up.
 
 
 
 Vince
 Life Sucks
 
 And so does love. I love you is something 
 that only a few people ever feel but many
 people say. The words mean nothing
 When you do not mean it back.
 
 I love you.
 
 My angel, my one true love, the girl I want
 to spend the rest of my life with. The one I
 would take home to meet my family. The
 One.
 
 I LOVE YOU.
 
 You broke it off, broke my heart in two
 separate pieces. Those pieces shattered
 into a million more and I crumpled. I fell to
 the ground and sobbed uncontrollably.
 
 I LOVE YOU.
 
 However, those feelings are not
 reciprocated and you want him. Not me.
 
 
 Vince
 Days
 
 go on without you. Days pass slowly as if
 to show me that with time things will get
 easier. I do not believe that time heals all
 wounds. Drugs and Alcohol do a fine job.
 
 I spend most of my days trudging through
 the house in a mopey state of despair. My
 mind still has not grasped the fact that you
 are gone from my life forever. You do not
 want me.
 
  I hope that one day you will come back to
 me. Someday you will realize that you can
 not spend your days without me.
 
 Songs come on the radio that remind me
 of you and I sob silently in solitude. I wish
 you would realize that I am the only man
 that can ever love you and all he has for
 you is lust.
 
 Life’s moral should be that lust is more
 powerful that love is most situations.
 
 
 Giselle
 Life Goes On
 
 Today is the first day I am moving on.
 Spending the day without your love.
 I’m going out, away from here, away from
 you. Away from the reminders of a love
 that isn’t there anymore.
 
 I walk around a club that is thumping with
 house music looking for the man I can’t
 stand to spend every day with.
 
 I spot him.
 
 His blond curly locks whispered around
 his ears just begging for me to run my
 fingers through them. I wanted to touch
 
 Him.
 
 The only one in the club that mattered
 anymore. I noticed his beauty, more than
 before, his soul shined brighter than the others
  The only one I could see in the
 hoards of people that lined the walls and 
 dance floor.
 
 Him.
 
 A broken heart’s rebound.
 
 Vince
 Her
 
 eyes were brighter, her hair was longer.
 She was perfect, and not an angel in
 disguise. She was perfect in every way
 possible.
 
 Her black hair and bright sapphire eyes
 spoke out to me. Begging me to look into
 them. I wanted to hold her. Take her in my
 arms forever and never let her go.
 
 I walked over and smiled. “Hey Baby” I
 said loud enough that she could hear it
 over the thumping of the music.
 
 Her small voice could barely be heard but
 what came out was so sweet and dripping
 with sincerity. “Hey Vince”. With those two words I
  was hooked. She was all I wanted.
 
 She explained to me that she wasn’t
 looking for much at the moment but
 neither was I. She told me she wanted
 love but had never found it. I told her I
 could help.
 
 Love
 
 Is something people wish
 for their whole lives but
 only few find.
 
 We both found love on that
 faithful night and we will
 never let it go.

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