Hidden
He saw something in her eyes.
And he couldn't help but devour the deep desire
to get a peak of her soul.
Because of all the pain, she boarded up her inner most being
and put a lock on it;
So that no man could see how empty she had become.
INDEPENDENCE; she wore across her chest,
making it known to all man kind that she'd rather be stripped down to
the lowest she could possibly be before asking for any handouts.
Many men knocked at her door, but she refused one after the other.
... He continued to pursue her.
And although she made it impossible for any emotion to show,
he studied her.
She reminded him of the waves in the ocean.
Rushing forward to give just the slightest feel of the coldness,
almost cold enough to bring chills down your spine.
The coldness wasn't the problem, it crept through the cracks of your toes
and became quite soothing as it pushed up to your ankles.
The problem was that as the waves crept up, it became both torture and pleasure.
Because as soon as you began to really feel the warmth,
the wave is pushed back out; a continuous tease.
And although he only got glimpses of who she was,
he stuck those memories together creating a masterpiece of
the woman he believed she could become.
Copyright © Amber Binford | Year Posted 2014
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