Another night spent,
between the sheets,
with a blonde bimbette,
having meaningless sex.
Night after night,
a new bed in sight,
another willing body,
waiting for me.
How pathetic is it,
that I am always
left feeling hollow,
dissatisfied,
What is wrong with me?
I should be in ecstasy,
not sitting here,
feeling lonely.
There is no joy,
only pain caused by,
the empty feeling inside,
deep within my soul.
I now realized,
something is wrong.
I cannot go on living,
without ever knowing…
The most powerful,
wonderful, magical,
feeling of all,
Love. A friend of mine was recently telling me about his sexcapades and I felt he wasn't enjoying them as much as he used to. His stories inspired this one, hope you enjoyed.
This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than
Lushstories.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.
<a href="http://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/epiphany.aspx">Epiphany</a>