She took me

She took me

 

 

My sleep restless in the heat of the night.

I toss and turn, wrapping the sheets around me like tethered ropes.

 

My breath gasping, my pulse racing,

in the corner of my imagination she comes for me again.

 

She always comes for me,

as if I some play toy meant for her pleasure.

 

She will promise to release me if I do what she asks,

but she never does, she keeps me here with promises of a pardon.

 

She bleeds my desires and passion until I have nothing left to give.

Then teases my wanting emotions with droplets of her passion.

 

She is my tormentor, my savior, my very need.

I would starve without her, I would become dry as the desert.

 

After each night I am drained of all needs,

but my desire begs for more then just a few droplets of her passion.

 

My blood burns hot for more,

my body wrecked with the need of you each time I wake.

 

Reviews

[Vidya Bacchus]

Awww hunny ,such passion rife with need and emotion.Your words are very deeply tortured yearning for a dream .Well penned true :)

[ron]

Thank you Vidya. It's how I feel right now this moment.

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome.Well it is a lovely dream yes?

[ron]

Yes it is a very lovely dream.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Sometimes that is all you get sad but true :)

[ron]

I know :(.