Incessantly

He couldn’t stop thinking of her…

Regardless of time of day,
Or task at hand.

Again and again,
His mind’s eye saw her beauty,
His fingers felt
The silkiness of
Her mane,
As he cradled her head
Next to his chest.

The brilliance of the sun
Reminded him
Of the blaze of her eyes…
All heat,
Light,
And passion.

And the roses in the garden,
Every soft, lush, sumptuous petal,
Had him longing
To feel the luxury
Of her velvet skin,
As he explored
The small of her back.

When the evening approached,
The deep ruby of sunset,
Yet again,
Stole his attention,
Painting a picture of her supple lips,
And the blush on her cheeks,
When he whispered
That he loved her.

Over and over again,
All day, every day…

He couldn’t control himself.

He couldn’t stop thinking of her…
Nor did he want to.

She had him…

She owned him…

She enthralled him…

Incessantly.

 

 

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

 

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