Her Need
She told me
of her need
Her desperate need
of him
The man who
took her
broken dreams
and shattered hopes
and built
something fresh
something new
something living
something vibrant
something never experienced
*
And so
her words paint his portrait
dreams consume
my waking hours
vividly recreating him,
in detail
his strong arms
his chest
my sanctuary
his deep soul
The way he etched
his desires within me
reliving my memories
one by one
grasping the edge
awaiting my final culmination
his voice penetrating
desire destroying every inch of me
I draw him in
I beg him
deeper
harder
needing to release
moaning
Shouting
Wreck Me
