The Greatest Gifts

Sometimes she wears cute costume,
is it me who needs the disguise?
Still, she says she truly knows me
and she has such love in her eyes.

Unworthy to hold her close,
her hugs say they disagree.
Too tainted to touch her,
luscious lips linger on me.

She lies laced, ravishing, red,
a beauty bedecked in a bow.
Teasing tongue tickles ear,
she whispers: “Unwrap me slow”.

Too broken to be inside her,
naked smooth skin slides above.
Too twisted to writhe with her,
her movements each echo her love.

We come, climax together,
I wish this would never end!
My lover, my saviour, salvation;
my fantasy, ecstasy and friend.

Too lost to find hope with her,
too riddled with wounds of the past.
Yet I do love true – I love her
and wish to believe it can last.

I’m dotted with doubts and self-loathing,
she soothes old wounds with present romance.
She offers the greatest gifts of them all:
her love – and a sweet second chance.

5 thoughts on “The Greatest Gifts

  1. Hey Philip, thank you for the support you’ve given for my previous blog: Playing with words and I’m coming up with it’s site now expecting the same support. I am working on my new website and coming up readily with it this month. I would be glad if you be my guest writer. You will be given full credits of your work and I’ll send you link showing up your post under your name on my website once I finish setting up my site. My categories are: Short story, poetry, any real life incident or story, technology or lifestyle article. You can mail me at if interested. Expecting an early response. Happy new year. Stay blessed. Keep writing. Have a nice day ๐Ÿ™‚


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s