Intimate tale

I yearn for those moments,
When I existed
solely
in your eyes.
When I was
nothing
But an image causing
Curiosity.
I lived in those moments
When you knew
Nothing
About the scars
Between my
Thighs.
Moments that were
Pure and soft
And kept my
Secret
Without any
Falsity.
In those moments
I felt love
For all the things
You mustn’t
Know.
All the things
Went loose
Within my
Head
And found their way
Onto my
Tongue.
I still am
These moments
When I had
You
And you denied
The things
I wanted to
Allow.
I let you
In on all
My love, my pain
Although I
Know
You don’t
Belong.
I yearn for those moments
When I existed
Solely
In your eyes.
No love to lose
No past to mourn
But a spark
That kept my
Head
Up bright.

Published by Mistress Witch writes

About the historical horror of living. Drafting my witching novel. Chasing dark, forgotten and haunted tales.

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