She told me once
of her need,
her desperate need
of him
The man who
took her
broken dreams
and shattered hopes
and built
something fresh
something new
something living
something vibrant
something never experienced
*
Her words paint his portrait
*
“dreams consume
my waking hours
vividly recreating him,
in detail
his strong arms
his chest, my sanctuary
his deep soul
The way he etched
his desires within me
reliving my memories,
one by one
grasping the edge
awaiting my final culmination
his voice penetrating
desire destroying every inch of me
I draw him in
I beg him
“deeper,
harder”
needing to release
moaning,
Shouting
“Wreck Me”
