Attatchment Catalyst

4th Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling

-x-


Raw and undeveloped.
I’m taken in by your focus,
That glare into my pupils.
I see you glisten,
Then explore your touch, your stroke.

Lips touching
Tongues transferring
Lips biting
Tongues entwining.
An enchantment has entered,
Eating-me-up!

Then triggered to a frenzy,
The bursting blow burning through my veins.

My Knight pulls his sword from his sheath,
Shining and striking.
I’m alert.

Knocking me down,
His allure is all that’s on my mind.
Until he wants to strike me.


Will he enter?

“Do it” I tell myself.
I have to please,
Satisfy.
Not mentioning  my craving for him,
An appetite to be fully occupied.

He draws the sword back
And I’m awaiting the blow.
It is slow and strong-
Like a poison, I’m in pain of his sword.
Fragility over time,
An over-repair, a bodily precaution.
My Knight see’s this, hears the moan of rejection.
I speak uncomfortably.


Then the blade pulled out as fast as a comet.
He stand’s down.
Relief, but then-
Guilt.