The Governess of Ardour

An illusion of control that is all that he has left. This woman standing before him. Her chestnut coloured hair falling down her shoulders. Her eyes reflecting the colours of the most precious opals.

“Oh God, she is so beautiful, so surreal looking he thought! She was a gift like water to dry earth after a long harsh drought. “This is childish and silly” deep down he heard his voice of reason. Useless, for the moment their eyes locked against his judgement he committed treason. He is prey in her lair now. In public among the people, he can keep “a straight face”. Yet, during his long lonely nights, he dreams of her in black lace! The love he is willing to give but shy to express, that alone is a mess. Trouble is that to ardour that he feels for her he will never confess! It is surreal, these urges almost like voluntary duress.

She is aware of this infatuation and his plight yet to his tormented soul this is a delight. Maintaining his lust and in his eye a spark, she is keeping him on a long leash, never too close and will let him “bark”. Truth is from the first gaze about her true intentions she is keeping him in the dark. He tries so hard to contain his desire that engulfs his heart. Desperate, trying to keep reason and emotion apart, this was a fight which he will lose no doubt. She is well aware of the effect she has on him and how he responds to her every whim. She enjoys this game with zeal playing along, yet knowing it’s wrong, deep-down she is wishing to belong! Her desire and love for him are genuine and strong. She is helpless as a shore ravished by a high-tide. The sole purpose of the game is to conceal this desire and preserve her vanity, her false sense of pride.

In reality, she longs to become and forever remain his ardour-ravished bride! The game continues until such time, that her false pride and his ardour collide. This will result in a night of nights where will both surrender to their desires! She will relinquish her vanity and a fake sense of pride. Granted with a blessing from the gods above to the “laws of love,” they will both abide. Their hearts open to love, at long last, will be strong enough to leave behind them a dark and lonely tormented past.

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