Her eyes awash in this particular shadow
she narrowed her focused
it was the warmest of warm.
Her fingers centered and cupped perfectly
one could seemingly drink forever
and it went on like this for hours.
To be hand picked or chosen
it felt amazing to be her prized possession
to give without permission, she said.
The very essence of her control
did not matter,
just as long as the drug continued
there was no depth
one wouldn’t go.
With all the right questions
I thought of asking
I was arranged and managed
by the plight of the narcissistic reaction
it appears, there was one such question
I forgot to ask,
could you love more than just yourself?
This contemptible act
I was falling from favor
her hands would no longer
be capable of cupping water.
Thirst if you wish, you pathetic fool
her once open palms
now fists for reactions.
In a lowly half-broken voice
she mouthed her answer.
The mood matched by my demeanor
I could tell the end was near
perhaps by design
or some stroke of magic
the girl softly kissed the moment
and let go.
Left over words
Hindsight and her golden reaction
to be brought forward for her inspection,
and just as I stepped forward
she wanted a little more.
With no patience
her voice demanded,
my attention was exclusively hers.
From time to time
she’d stop and question
expecting the answers to change.
Still, as the night pushed forward
all I ever wanted
was the simplicity of hand holding.
I can’t say when I fell for her,
the wait between the time with her
started to weigh more and more.
Somehow I knew
I’d be her immortal love for sure
Against these words she swore
The forever bond
has been properly sealed
leftover are the feelings
I have for her.