HER NAME WAS …

She began so soft

A whisper against my cheek

A murmur in my ear

She sighed so gently

Her allure intoxicated …

 

The blue slowly faded

To a daunting shade of grey

The air moving round me

Felt somehow heavy

On my shoulders …

 

Her desire was evident

And her attraction strong

I was drawn ever closer

To the mystery of her core …

 

I surrendered to her pull

Her will triumphant over mine

I bowed to her strength

And allowed her to draw me in …

 

And I floated on the wave

Of her dominance, her domain

I bowed my head, my body

To her demanding presence …

 

And so I was torn

From all that I knew

Into her eye, her centre

To find ethereal peace …

 

And suddenly exhaled

Just another breath

Her triumph consuming

Her name was …

 

Irma

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