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Detached Aug 2018
When you lay thine eyes on that which is yours.
Do you find existence and stability,
or do you find disarray and anguish?

When our flesh unites;
Do you feel consumed and infatuated,
Or do you feel contempt and malaise?

When you hear my voice;
Do you quiver in ecstasy and find tranquility,
Or do you hear endless sorrows..

Whatever you see, whatever you feel, whatever you hear. Do it with much haste! For the clutches of my endless torment beckons my soul..
Detached Aug 2018
Awake at last, your slumber comes to an end.
What joyous relief I have found within.

Thine words so sweet, so kind, so true.
I look forward to the day, mine, I make you.

To awaken to such beauty and bliss. I cannot imagine more heavenly than this.

You're voice, ah such music. I could listen for eternity and still reminisce.

A few short hours away, seems like a lifetime's journey. Till I find myself in thy presence, never wanting to retreat.

The future uncertain, that is quite clear. One truth I tell thee.
Forever I'll be here.
Detached Aug 2018
Oh how I earnestly await for thee to awaken from thy slumber.

The time that passes is far from squandered. It bestows upon me, favored opportunity to admire thy beauty.

Desiring not to be selfish. Alas, I cannot help this. Somehow, some way, I need to emerge from it.
Just a glance not even a stare and I am vexed beyond repair.
Do I even seek such hellish things?

To be repaired, would be an unjust, merciless act.  Knowing what I did not have, now I possess.

Who in their proper mind would relinquish such a gift?
You would be mad!
Without this Monarch, I would be unhinged, unbalanced, lifeless.

These are the things I ponder, while I wait patiently your end of slumber.

Call me mad, call me insane. For if she is mine and I hers.
Devotedly I Remain.
Her
Detached Sep 2018
Her
Once upon a time there was this boy.
Sad to say, nothing in life brought him joy.
Empty and alone but oddly, never afraid.
Blissful happiness could not be made.

He heard nothing but love for miles around.
But tragically for him, it was not found.
Desperate to feel, desperate to wake.
No matter the effort, nothing would take.

Traumatic events wouldn't slow his role.
He never knew what made him so bold.
Lose after lose, he lost no sleep.
No void felt, not even a teary blink.

You think how could someone be so heartless and so crass?
You contain empathy, something he surely lacks.
He walks among you, just as normal as the next.
No one sees how hollow and complex.

Life to him is just a big game to play.
It is not his fault, he was made this way.
He has connections to specials that is no doubt.
But to compare would be pointless, he will always be without.

His life is rough, plagued with boredom.
Surely God must have shorted him.
Trying to find purpose and excitement.
Left unfulfilled and full of disappointment.

2 months ago from this day.
He met, dare I say his dame?
You may be wondering who this girl may be?
Read Devotedly I Remain and you will see.

The rarest thing he has ever seen.
He thinks, whatever could this mean?
Going from feeling absolute vacancy.
To wanting nothing but Her majesty.

Her smile sends electricity through him.
He has no choice but to take every moment in.
The moments are far from wasted.
He counts the seconds of his vexation.

The touch of Her skin, unforgettable bliss.
Something he would terribly, terribly miss.
Her kiss, floods him with unbelievable things.
Something he could not dare try explain.

Just the thought of Her sends him in pain.
Simply for, She has not an ounce to gain.
Risking the first feeling of love everlasting.
Would put him in position of weakening.

Realizing what She deserves and requires.
Could he even match or begin to measure?
He wants nothing for Her but the best.
Knowing him he'd probably make a mess.

To you reader, this is all effortless.
But imagine yourself empty and loveless.
Most of you wouldn't dare walk in his shoes.
Let alone, try to stand and make one **** move.

She has proven herself time and time again.
But for some reason he only sees his own sins.
He gives Her everything She has ever asked.
Yet, question himself over and over..alas.

With much effort he tries to realize.
That She is here to stay, forever by his side.
All he must to do is call upon Her hand.
And together forever, they both shall stand.

Laying with Her, the nights he is there.
All he can think of is what could compare.
Listening to Her heart beat.
Counting, until She slowly falls deep asleep.

Left alone with nothing but his thoughts.
He wonders what she even wants.
Hours go by and Her in his arms.
He drifts to sleep never wanting to part.

The moments apart are unbearable torture.
He does nothing but wonder if she she wants him anymore.
She makes him feel things so deep.
Something that makes his soul scream and weep.

All he needs is understanding and forgiveness.
Wrong or right, is no part of his mindset.
The roads are tough and unforgiving.
But for him, this could be his happy ending.

What is he afraid, why not just ask?
To you, it's just another simple task.
To him, the simplest is the hardest.
When its love, hes not quite the smartest.

He may do things so much differently.
Just give him time to show his loyalty.
And you'll be eternally grateful for a man such as this.
Wanting nothing more than you at your happiest.
Detached Aug 2018
How fortunate it must be, to observe the world so happy, so satisfying, so sweet.

The slightest spark, igniting your delight. Such bliss dashing across your face, seeing the family you constructed.

Not every mortal is so privileged, not every being is so favored, to have what you possess.

Sorrowfully, there are those of us who know only despair, torment and void. The world is unadorned, vacant and barren.

We see more than we ever want.
Hear more than we should.

Feel?

Alas. No, we do not experience such things in our hearts. For to much agony at a early age has set us apart.
Some call it a blessing, some call it a curse.

Me? It's my heaven sent. I do not receive such a suffering as love.
Sad you say? Na, I disagree.

Only a small group of individuals surround me. More than I deserve.
I call them my circle, forever they shall be mine.
They are the only few who have slipped through the *****, meaning the world to me.

Until. I. Met. Her.

My Queen.

This is. Life itself.
Detached Aug 2018
I have been denied such honor to explore thy flesh. I long for the day that it shall be mine to cherish. Savoring every inch, savoring every scent.

I'll thank God adamantly for a gift such as this.

Once permitted, I shall lay thy sweet vessel upon thy pillow and ravish thy flesh until my hearts content.

Whispering sweet, wicked things in thine ear. No decent mortal being would ever want to hear.

Seizing thy body, as it is mine to clame.
Peeling away what stands between I and my domain.

Passion nearly lost, beholding what was underneath. So much desirability, you hid beneath.

Such seduction, such physique. Deny me this not for satiation you will reap.

Stand before me now. So I may admire thy beauty. Appreciation is yours for the taking.

Come to me my dearie. Allow me the honor to have thee.

Forcing your body to the wall. Muttering, I must have it all.
Without delay. I rest a kiss on thy divine lips. Soaking in your taste, ah such sweet bliss you possess.

Drawing you closer as I relish this moment. My temptation has won, finally bested.

As our passion heats, goosebumps do meet.
Your skin tingling, feeling your craved relief.

To late to cease. I must have this sweet, sweet release. Laying you down, preparing my feast...

My coming Honor.
Detached Aug 2018
Oh how I long to hold thee taut.
Surrounding myself with heavenly grace.

Engulfed by thy warm flesh, savoring every touch.
Memorizing every crevasse, every inch. Yes it is a must.

A must to lay mine eyes upon this devilish angel I call my Queen.
For she is both my curse and blessing.

I have my doubts, this much is certain. Oh but rest thine heart, it is in thee not.

My demons they torment me, to say the least; because it's your happiness I do seek.

For if I am not your desired release from this barbaric world, show me one more mercy, I pray thee.

If you are not my Queen, there is no excuse to be, tell my demons to be free and please, please devour me.

The agony I could not withstand, not even for a moment. Your absence, oh God your absence, I...I could not bare it..
Detached Aug 2018
As I lay here restive. I cannot help but conjecture what could come to pass.

Thy dimpled simper, impales my soul and elicits bliss in my *****.

Oh! The butterflies, how they flutter inside me, yearning their sweet, rightful release.
Ah, it cannot be, has this young mistress vexed this dispassionate beast?

Do I dare brave ask if I am worthy of such a divine, angelic monarch?

I ask thee, do I dare reflect on my chaotic life; do I dare torture myself, knowing I will falter.

Alas, I must!
I must attempt to become the merit. I must become her love, her heart, her soul, her reason to be...her King.

For she is...My Queen.
Detached Aug 2018
Thy dimpled simper, ah such blissful beauty.
Every time it arrives, I fall, fall so hard again.
The imprints in thy cheeks, puts me under such incantation.

The upward curling of thine lip, holds me fast, unwavering.

The way your eyes peer, surpassing my comprehension of how such virture willingly gazes upon mine own soul.

I cannot swim.

Without remorse I jump, jump right in. Into the depths of thine heart, my personal himmel.

Frightening storms of endless love. Something I about, have only read. Its everything I've ever wanted to obtain and give.

Such heartache can I afford? To acquire such love but lose my soul? I asked myself then answered.

Of course I will pay the price! She deserves all and so much more. For this fair maiden has given unto me, reason to be.

If mine own soul is not satisfactory, I will merrily consume any and every soul her love demands.

For it, Her Love. Commands me.

— The End —