He is a strong and mysterious phenomenon possessing a magnetism captivated in awe Alluring and indispensable I wavered in irrestible charm
His touch is like a sensual dream much too rare to be a reality his primal way made it impossible to restrain and I found myself howling at the moon beckoning to ode to wolf
His voice just like a whisper ears keen to the sound I'm falling yet never hitting the ground I was held prisoner within his gaze I watched his lips mind lost in haze
Eager to be freed from his intensity my body strained from the immensity I fell victim under his spell I could barely breath inhale...exhale...
He grinned as he sensed infallible frailty A merciful beast he walked away and I transformed to suit my need and continued on howling
Consumed and unleashed
This poem was inspired by: Florence and The Machine Song title: Howl