I hate the way you make me feel,
when you intrude upon my dreams.
You took my heart and soul with you;
please, leave all my senses be.
I hate the way you look at me,
undressing me with a glance.
You know I melt under your spell;
please, wake me from my trance.
I hate the way you speak to me;
your voice; the music, to my song.
You know I will never forget;
how I laughed all night long.
I hate the way you smell me,
my scent, being the air you breathe.
You know I am the perfume;
sprayed on your handkerchief.
I hate the way you taste me,
my skin, salty from our love.
You know I am the craving;
you are always thinking of.
I hate the way you touch me,
my body, the canvas, to your brush.
You work your magic fingers;
making me quiver, and blush.
All five senses are on strike;
no longer do I need, or want.
Stay out of my dreams, forever more,
quit being cruel, with all your taunts.
© Debra McLain
Excerpt from the book “To Conquer Or Die Trying”
About the Author
Debra McLain resides in California. She is a mother to two daughters and three granddaughters. She works in agriculture, although her passion is in writing. Her dream is to publish a best seller regarding her twenty-eight year battle with an eating disorder and the spiritual awakening that followed.
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