Over My Head
I wasn't looking for love...
In a world of ceaseless sounds
I sought silence.
There’s sanctuary in solitude.
Succumbed to its seduction,
Sinking under stygian seas,
A shade among the shadows,
Subconscious safely slumbering.
Serenely solo.
Till today.
I tremble, torpidity interrupted,
Treasured tranquility taken.
Torn in two,
Terminated.
You terrorist.
I’m violated.
Vulnerability unveiled,
My vows vaporized.
Victim to your advances,
All valor in vain.
Vanquished,
A vassal to your voracious fervor.
Subverted.
You prevail.
Perfection personified,
I’m powerless in your presence.
You placate my protestations,
Peace permeated by persistence.
Presenting pleasant prospects,
Paradiasical, passionate you.
I’m lustful, lecherous,
Libido unleashed.
You lower lascivious lips,
I liquify.
Liberated by the lazy lines of your limbs,
Lost in your allure.
Later, lying leisurely, legs loosely interlaced,
I leave loneliness,
And lean in to love.
About the Creator
Angel Whelan
Angel Whelan writes the kind of stories that once had her checking her closet each night, afraid to switch off the light.
Finalist in the Vocal Plus and Return of The Night Owl challenges.
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