She

She Written by Lewis, Y.K She comes in darkness, in the space where only the sound of a whisper can be heard. I love her. I, desire her. Remembering her landscape of muted hues of pinks and black intermingled, drawn in the shadows of my dreams into a pool, of which I want to drink of, submerging myself into. My eyes gaze upon a scenic view that lingers in the darkness, shadows of the night being caught by the reflection of the gift that is before me. I’ve, stalked her. I’ve, wanted her. I’ve, wanted her to call my name. Call my name! Say, my name! I’ve wanted her over me. I’ve wanted her to make me her seat, I wanted her to nurse me from her breast flowing with the gift of life. I’ve found her. This unsuspecting girl, who has my heart, but another I belong. She, knows nothing of me. My longing for the first embrace, the warmth of her mouth to mine, hearing her breathing deeply as I caress her. Smelling the perfume of her scent as it permeates deep within me. Imaging feeling the waters flowing over me as she softly calling my name. Saying my name. She comes. She comes. Only in the whisper of my mind. She comes.