Their both villanelles, poetic descriptions of awkward situations with hot men...how unusual, hope you like 'em
Shocked
Your stare has me mesmerized, its intensity a shock.
Everyone else seems banished if only for a moment.
Now you’re gone, my mind still with you, as if on a lock.
That one moment brought back much, relieving a block.
Now it’s over, and I’ve seen nothing beyond that instant.
Your stare had me mesmerized, its intensity a shock.
I thought it meant something, or maybe it was to mock.
I feel as though you’ve used me as a lowly toy, a servant.
Now you’re gone, my mind still with you, as if on a lock.
I want my unreal fantasy, leaving me staring at the clock.
It’s haunting to see you pass me by, when you’re ignorant.
Your stare has me mesmerized it’s intensity a shock.
I must be forever quiet, or to myself abuse will flock.
Of course it won’t leave my head you made it too important.
Now you’re gone, my mind still with you, as if on a lock.
I can’t accept it, meaning I face eternal time, going tick tock.
This isn’t fair; you’ve got me perplexed on one hollow little event.
Your stare has me mesmerized its intensity a shock.
Now you’re gone, my mind still with you, as if on a lock.
Sweet Lad
A heterosexual flirts up a storm on my fooled, innocent mind.
Gentle kisses and muscled arms are seductive beyond measure.
My astounded depression makes the sweet lad in no way kind.
Only foolish excuses for such treachery will I always in him find.
He says to bring up hope and trashing it to bits earns him pleasure.
A heterosexual flirts up a storm on my fooled, innocent mind.
A feigned bisexual whom I should hate has left me far, far behind.
Yet, I find desired, desperate thoughts of him fill up my leisure.
My astounded depression makes the sweet lad in no way kind.
Confusion, frustration, and admiration with him will forever bind.
But he sees nothing wrong; for him this is commonplace to be sure.
A heterosexual flirts up a storm on my fooled, innocent mind.
His flirtations have disappeared now, leaving my mind to rewind.
We certainly have much similarity, endless talking bringing a cure.
My astounded depression makes the sweet lad in no way kind.
I feel as though my apprehension and anxiety have put us into a bind.
Since my immaturity causes me to see his body, which makes me purr.
A heterosexual flirts up a storm on my fooled, innocent mind.
My astounded depression makes the sweet lad in no way kind.
