“A God doesn't beg.” I whisper
Your hazel brown eyes seem to beg to differ
The more you glare, the more my stomach twists
I could stare mindlessly at your comforting eyes
They swoop me into a new world each
time
I desire you not your body
Not the way you move but speak
I desire your soul, not your flesh
To touch your heart, leave a peice of me in you
“Why don't they?” you ask
I chuckle
I have no answer, for the pride of a God is too much to beg to anyone
You and I are different
You a socceress and I a God
One evil and one pure at heart
One immortal and one destined to die
All I can think of as you look into my eyes is
How a creature like you could ever exist
A God doesn't beg they say
But I've been on my knees begging to a certain someone
Begging for things a God shouldn't be asking for from a mere mortal
But you my dear are exceptional
Especially as my pet
My possession
I've pleaded to you
I've begged for you
Yet my pride's still high
What happens behind closed doors
I've begged to touch you
To hold you
To have you
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peoms of a lover
PoetryPoems I write when I'm bored or have inspiration Its mostly about love "He told me he loves me." you say breathless. I sigh thinking, there aren't any words that could describe how I feel about you. I can't tell you how I fell into your arms and you...
