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Dangerous perks

His voice warm and enticing.
resonant and deep like thunder ,
It is too alluring, it is too fine ,
It speaks with such risqué
provoking what I lust after.
His words alone leave me craving, 
promising unknown thrills, 
and igniting a fire within ,
which blazed like a lighthouse
even when within a sniffing distance 
I can barely think, I am barely myself.

He is just a friend,  
But for fun’s sake,  
He said we could be more than just friends. Overwhelmed by the feels of it ,
I was his for him to take
It takes skill, to Learn to Tuck the feelings in And pretend to not care.
The thrill of a touch to not at all mean much. 
It was a dangerous perk, 
A lover disguised as a friend  
Though the flashbacks draw me back
A thousand times by night


Each day my doom does feel nearer; 
Each day my thirst does grow  
Each moment I never wish it to end 
I moan and toss  in my troubled sleep, 
And as soon as  my eyes close  it’s him I feel,  
It’s him I want  
And it cannot be helped, i am in too deep , 
 misled by my emotions 
misguided to believe that something more could be possible 

  
There was thirst and hunger and he was the fine meal
i wanted him only for myself, I was so greedy
there were sweet songs sung, calling out his name
as his thrusts were like a beating drum
since each  beat  rhythmically flowed
 I possessed no skill , I was so needy
my feeble human heart  dreamed of  more 
more that he swore he couldn’t give 


How much longer can I keep quiet   
he must know the thing i want but choose to hide;
to Be mine but I fear I might be denied, 
He must know but he might leave 
I knew then that i had been the fool,
When I broke our only rule, 
The Harmless fun was danger, 
a danger that will be my ruin