She knows he won’t understand
He isn’t ready to know anyway
Tho, She is angry like an impatient toddler, She is wiser
Disarmingly, burning with intensity
Her heart races on auto pilot
As Shes loses control
The madness is euphoric
Her soul knows
In ways unexplainable
To anyone else
That which she desires Is greater than any physical need
She may be waiting forever
But her heart has been his to do with as he will.
It is so much more than animalistic urges
It feels so right that at times
He leaves her mentally sated
She knows what it feels like to have him under her skin
Her Obsession; Her drug
What She craves, She must obtain.
Some nights drain her
Others, evoke recollection to commit to patience.
Trusting it will be worth it when She climbs up and over what She once thought She had to break in order to silence what haunts him
Faith in what is.
And what will be in their story together
Where on lonely nights the last wish to
cross her lips before She sleeps
.. is to have his heart fully.