Eyes like fire, burning with hunger
She has found her prey in you
Run from her or fight her
You stand no chance,
you are hers.

Body lithe, rigid, focused
She will toy with you
You are powerless in this game
The cat will catch the mouse
and the mouse will submit.

She barely moves, she is confident
You can't escape
She will do as she pleases with you
That is her purpose, her role,
she loves this play.

If you fight her, she grows bored, dull
You don't want that
Her fire excites you, sparks a fear
Fear that sparks a pleasure deep inside,
you do as she bids you.

Pretty little thing, she purrs
Her claws long, her teeth glinting with fresh desire
Her eyes even more so
She wants to taste your pure, soft flesh,
and she will.

She cares little for the aftermath
You are spent, she has just begun
Finished with her prey, her ego craves yet more
The game is won, she is the victor,
time to find another mouse.

Looking from afar,
always from afar
She is the moon in my sky,
so far from me
Her beauty affects nonetheless.

A strange thing, so strange,
but familiar
I want her, want her for me,
but there is a barrier.

So beautiful, beauty beyond belief,
lust cannot take my breath
But she can,
she can.

Falling for so long,
so hard
It's inescapable,
a trap that I willingly enclose myself in.

To love is to fear,
they are married together
Neither one without the other,
she is inescapable
As is my love for her.

A smile,
such a clever trick
When I want, when I need to hide
I smile,
so I stay hidden.

No easy feat to achieve,
yet I must do so
I endanger myself when I do not hide
Open to hard eyes, inquisitive stares and plain
disgust.

As I grow, I become the master,
master of hiding, hidden from all
Not even Holmes can decipher my smile
Let him try,
I am hidden.

My tears are silent, my sobs never seen,
my shouts are disguised
But my smile, my smile screams
Screams false happiness and content,
false love.

The veil of truth is my servant,
I easily command it
My lies shaping, shifting, becoming my life
Reality has gone away from me,
to hide is to lie.

I can wish the rules were different,
but my wishes are foolish and wasted
As is my love
Hidden as the rest of my life,
cloaked under my shame, my fear.

This world is cruel and unfair,
for more than just people like I
We all must be hidden
We all have a reason to hide,
so we smile.

Have you heard the story,
the story of how the Sun loved the Moon?
Of course you have.
He loved her so much he died every night,
just so she could breathe.
Everyone knows that story.

What about the story,
the story of the girl who lived with the stars?
No?
She looked down at the Earth and dreamed.
She dreamed of trees and water and life,
of finding a freedom she had yet to know.

What about the story,
the story of the girl who lived in the forest?
How strange.
She looked up at the skies for guidance and light,
and found solace when she saw the stars
winking at her in the sky.

You don't know this story?
The story of the girl whose laughter was the sound of
rain on the river; and the girl who loved her more than
life itself.
It's beautiful. Why?
Because, most of all, it's a story of love,
a story of when green eyes met blue.

Why tell this story?
Because it's a story as old as time itself, perhaps even older
It is, in fact, timeless.
A story of desire, passion and two souls becoming one
The girl with hair like stardust,
and the girl with the spirit of the forest in her eyes.

They can be found in lovers and soulmates alike,
for they live in each and every one of us.
This way the story never dies for it cannot;
there is no force that could separate such a love shared.
It will outlast even time.

Only you could take my breath with a single word
Only you could wake the butterflies deep in my soul
Only you could steal sultry moans from my lips with
your touch; as if it were your only goal
Only you could excite me me with the sound your voice
the most alluring I've ever heard.

Only I could endure the scratches you etched on my skin
Only I could elicit your passionate cries
Only I could leave marks of lust on the canvas you offered
your hunger evident in your eyes
Only I could recreate my poetry on your body with my tongue
revealing my every desire and sin

Only you could make me curse to the heavens above
Only I could make you mine in the late hours of the night
Only you could leave me alone without a trace
taking with you my inner light
Only I could still think of you fondly despite the pain you caused
for I was the one, the only one, foolish enough to fall in love

She comes only on the darkest of nights,
an alluring songstress of sleep.
She dances in the dreams and fantasies of many,
the cost of her seduction is steep.

She can steal the hearts of the most loyal men,
tempt any woman's desire.
She creates a sensuous paradise of lust,
beware the consequences are dire.

Many a soul have been lost to her charm,
led easily into the moonlight.
Enticed by the sway of her hips as she twirls,
a captivating show of sultry delight.

She's an insatiable spirit of shameless passion,
her words are provocative lies.
For when she lures you into her arms,
you become a star in her sky.

She draws you away from your loved ones on Earth,
her smile overloads your every nerve.
Yet you are forced to watch over the ones you have left,
a fate you do not deserve.

There is no way to fight her embrace,
no magic spell or plea.
You'll find yourself yearning for when she takes your hand,
and whispers "Come away with me".

She'll gaze upon her glittering conquests,
with an experienced collector's eye.
She'll laugh and dance among her trophies,
naught they can do but cry.

So when you happen upon a shooting star,
racing across the sky.
Know that it is not a star; merely stardust,
a tear escaping a captured eye.

Loss so fresh, like a spear,
it's tip hitting its mark again and again.
The sharp metal cold against the heart,
loss strikes, and always strikes again.

Its sharp bite is known,
known too well.
The poison that follows an unwelcome shadow,
feeding on memories, gorging on despair.

It seemingly stays forever,
never leaves.
Rarely is it defeated, so it would have you believe,
the immortal enemy.

Memories fuel its hunger,
but also your truth.
They are your weapon, your shield, your faith,
the immortal enemy is conquerable.

You make it so.