Not My Type

I swear
That she
Was not my type,
Yet that night
Something other than empathy
Did stir
In me.
Maybe ’twas merely
Her body’s scent . . .

I thought her vulgar,
A judgement perhaps unfair,
But something other than empathy
Did stir
In me
That night,
Although I swear
That she
Was not my type.

An animal attraction maybe
To her,
But something other than empathy
Did stir
In me
That night,
Although I swear
That she
Was not my type.

8 thoughts on “Not My Type

  1. Wordcipher

    Very similar to something I wrote sometime ‘I must confess’. Sometimes we allow some people in our lives without really thinking it through and even though the experiences are memories that linger, there is something that makes us know, it was a flick. Lovely poem Kevin

    Reply
    1. K Morris Poet Post author

      Thank you. I am pleased that you enjoyed reading my poem. If it is easily to hand (and you wouldn’t mind sharing it), could you please provide a link to your poem, as I would be interested in reading it? Best wishes – Kevin

      Reply

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