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