La Femme Fatale, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

La Femme Fatale2Separation, Edvard Munch (1896)

La Femme Fatale

Without seeing I feel you are luscious
The thought of you puts my heart in peril
When you are ever too close I’m breathless

Your enthralling scent sending me senseless
An awful pain at the highest level
Without seeing I feel you are luscious

Feelings sent I receive are precocious
But mine in return more than venial
When you are ever too close I’m breathless

My quaking a sign of being anxious
Though painful it is also wonderful
Without seeing I feel you are luscious

Hurt so hard to be nearly unconscious
Fool to think this feeling beneficial
When you are ever too close I’m breathless

My thoughts of you have now left me speechless
Overpowered by you I’m a cripple
Without seeing I feel you are luscious
When you are ever too close I’m breathless

 

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bobsieczkiewicz

Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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