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BY SEARCHING FOR POEMS BY JAMES T. ADAIR


Sitting here thinking about a steamy love poem
I feel suddenly all alone
and I wonder why she hardly writes
or doesn't phone
and so here in lonliness
I think about love and what it means

The poem speaks of passion
a mix of romance, lust and high fashion
but that's not at all what I feel
what I feel strikes deeper in the heart
and feels more real

I've had my steamy love scenes
and while passionate, they felt like sex
always wanting more and more
and wondering who's next
and this is why I'm so vexxed

all the romance novels lead to a conclusion
that love and romance may be just an illusion
better for the over-the-top novels and cheap thrills
but what I feel inside is different than all those stories
I think these storie are just our pride behind which we hide

The love I feel
is so soft
not felt oft
and dreams less of satin sheets
and a most passionate kiss
but of just being near
the one I most miss

To express this emotion would be my bliss

Mabye its age that has changed my heart
mabye first it had to be broken apart
but her pull to me is way deep inside
and its more than just lust and longing
its the though of finding a true home and finally belonging
Daily I dream of her touch
The care and the gentleness I feel in her so much

I never know how love is supposed to feel
have trouble separating what is and isn't real
I have a wife, but there is no longer attraction
little signs of care and such contempt and so little interaction
I'm a physical man, with a heart and soul and am nothing without passion
but I need a woman who comes freely to me
with honesty, with her frailties, without her pride hanging out for all to see
I need a woman who sees me as my most simple me
and in the one I love I feel that and do see.

but something inside her, the pain she does carry
has made her feel so jaded and so wary
of Love
So I watch over her with kindness, and patience and sadness
because I would do my best to save her from that madness
and think of the day
when freely we might say
"I love you" and each feel it that way
instead of acting like players in some sad never-ending play
that leave you weeping as you walk away

I have found in her a woman
of a long-ago lost day
I feel her heart
and so though I feel the sadness
of the current day
I have a dream in my head of sunny days
no longer in vain
Maybe one day I'll kiss her in the rain
and all these pent up emotions will not have been in vain
so I'll get through another day
and think of her underneath the things I do and say
It feels like love, it surely does
so however uncertain
I'll just care about her
in my own way

©  James T. Adair