Longing to escape his clutches
A subtle begging for aggressive touches
A breeze is building
Something soft
She sees the risk but wonders the cost
Constant hunger needs constant filling
This yearning insider her wont stop spilling
Torment lined with silver
A blooming darkness deep within her
A glint of light appears afar
Beauty and tragedy
A dying star
The wind is coming
She can feel my scars
A pain that can't be seen
Cracked lips fill with sensual screams
The freedom she seeks
Passion
Adaptive and flowing
The storm is here
The wind stops blowing
I can see her, despite her attempts to hide.