When I awoke, and cleared my throat.
Stretched out long and yawned.
I squeezed my eyes so tightly shut.
That colours danced before them.
I know last night for you had been.
A fantasy, a fun filled dream.
Alone you went, in to the night.
To drink and dance and taste delights.
And as you did my mind did race.
Of decadence and your bit lip.
Replies to mine were short and cold.
I’m having fun! To me you told.
And that’s ok, to myself I lie.
It’s fine for you to have some fun.
I get it, let your hair down love.
But in my mind I see our kiss.
It’s not me against your lips.
Some lucky man from the night.
Is tasting you lips tonight.
I know it’s only in my mind.
I’m crazy, yes!
But love is blind.
It burns me deep within my heart.
My love so hot it never stops.
A passion fueled sweet romance.
And now I see you’ve sent a call.
I pick up…my heart it skips a beat.
I say “Hello.” 
And sated are my thoughts of woe.

6 thoughts on “Worry…

  1. I’ve finally figured it out Mr Blake, why I enjoy your words so much. You can’t just read your words, you feel them. So to make the pain of Worry go away I shall read Flourish. 🙂

  2. One of my favourites. A glimpse into the male psyche and The pain of love. Men write of passion and possession and insecurity, but it feels…aggressive? It is no less beautiful or emotional, but the vulnerability shown here, combined with all of it, well…it speaks a language I understand but rarely witness from a man. It proves that not all pain and jealousy end up with a scotch glass launched in a fireplace…although that’s kinda hot too ; ) Love it.

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