It wasn't hard when I controlled her soul,
It wasn't hard when I manipulated her whole,
But it was hard when I forestalled my brain
From loosing full rein of this gripping mind game.
Ill torment her and bend her spirit to submit,
Ill chase her until her body starts to pray,
I'll consume her in every way to the day she commit,
That she's mine and her demons are for me to slay.
Her silky brown hair, her lush green eyes,
The outline of her slender shape and the view of her small size,
Transports me into the domain of my headspace,
where its hard to control the urge to break and mold
The peerless masterpiece of her, all for my sight and owed.
Don't you run my darling,
Don't you set me on a chase,
Don't you make me dine on your fear,
Because your eyes glistened with cries of my name
Will set my body in an elation of flame.
My body doesn't have a soul but my heart beats for you like a fool,
Don't keep me deprived of what's mine,
Your fate is inevitable with mine my beautiful.
~ Avleen kaur Datta ( Mitty)
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Persistent Urges
RomanceA short story: Nessa was a typical student studying in the vibrant city of Boston and living complacently and contently with her life. Her happiness resided in finding small occurrences to live and enjoy the perception of the moment. But one twis...
