A Tortured Soul...
Her flesh begs for more, those sweet delicious touches
Snatched away from the palm of her hand
Her minds eye swollen with soft sensual images,
Memories and emotions giving them life
Her heart beats harder, chest heaving and tight
Thoughts and feelings twisting and turning
Bittersweet longing clouding her consciousness
Drowning in it all, Gasping for breath,
Scared to hold on, she can't let go, stepping back
Such a desperate physical need gnaws away,
Turning her mind to a swirling tornado of instinct and lust.
A conflict of emotions, attempting calm, but agonisingly empty.
Fighting to find her place, her position in this game
Searching for a refuge, a harbour in the storm.
A quiet place, to truly bloom
To show her soul and feel the warmth of a touch
The torment of a thousand dreams eating away at her core,
She has no fight to get through the crowd.
To bring herself to the front, to be the shining one.
Dormant it lies under her skin, afraid of the light.
Her envious gaze breaks through from behind weary eyes
Absorbing scattered words so heartfelt and true
Affirming the truth, in all their naked honesty
Wounding her precious pride as they seep within.
Wringing her hands as she speaks in her mind
Pleading to stop, craving silent solitude.
With her head bowed low and her body crumpled
She wallows in helpless throaty sobs.
A circle of death consumes her mood
Her tears plummet to the valley below
Lifting her face to the brightness above
It's warmth brings relief in a precious moment
Is this the end for her dreams and desires?
should she give in to the darkness that pulls at her feet
The conflict in her soul is restless and unforgiving
The torment of love such a sweet torture
