Possessed
I want to be possessed, haunted
To feel him in me when he is far away
I want to taste his kisses in my dreams
To carry his touch with me when he is gone
I want to hear his whispers on the wind
To fall asleep with his breath upon my skin
I want to wake with desire, with longing
To see his face in every crowd
I want to call to him with my heart
To crave him, as if for air
To have him in my thoughts
I want to keep nothing back
To know everything and nothing
I want to find him through intuition
To sense his presence in a room
I want to know his scent above all others
To ache with memory and imagination
I want to endure his absence restlessly
To be distracted by him, drawn to him
I want to be captured, held in his gaze
To hold his warmth within me, burning
I want to know his secrets and to fear them
I want to hurt for his pain, his suffering
To share my soul, myself
I want to find him lacking and perfect
I want to hide him in my dreams
I want to be with him when I am alone
To lose myself in the forest of his mind
I want to walk for years in the desert of his love
To climb the summit of desire
I want to fall forever into the depths of his eyes
To drown in his reality
I want to be possessed, haunted
I want to feel him in me when he is far away
I want to taste his kisses in my dreams
© Ann Bagnall 2013 (Revised 2019).
powerful write… 🙂
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Thanks – thought twice about publishing that one!
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