You Are a Storm In My Soul
You are a storm in my soul
You distract me
You are everywhere
In all the passing places
In the rising of the dawn
In the melting of the day
In the star set sky
In the stark breathless beauty
You are there
I cannot look away
I hear your voice
It echoes
Rings in my memory
In the swirling morning mists
In the heavy morning shrouds
In the deep green valleys
You are the surging of an orchestra
You lift me up
Shut out everything
But you
You soar with the birds
You carry my heart
You run with the river
I drown in your eyes
You are the salty seaside breezes
I feel you on my skin
Take you in
You are the ocean
Roaring, surging
I am lost in you
I smell you, breathe you in
In the heady scent of Jasmine
In the perfume of a Rose
You are there
I taste you
Like an exotic, foreign fruit
An assault on my senses
Bittersweet, addictive
You are a secret pleasure
A sweet obsession
Like a velvety elixir
You slide within me
Burn me with your touch
You possess me
Hold me in your gaze
I cannot move away
Like a moth to the flame
I am drawn to you
You are inescapable, perilous
My destiny
And my destruction
© Ann Bagnall 2015.

Why destruction?
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Because he is everything to me, but isn’t mine…..my secret pleasure, my sweet obsession. I sometimes write that way – it all sounds so joyous, because that is how it feels to love, but it is also heartbreaking and destructive if it is not reciprocated or not the right time. Maybe it’s just female notion?
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Hope he becomes yours to avoid destruction…
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lol it’s imaginary! But thank you for caring!
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