savannah

little poem that inspired the main character in my novel x

the voices in my head are yelling louder than they ever have before

my eyes and body are screaming 

to be touched, kissed, wanted, loved,

but is that really what I'm face to face with?

or is it simply the devil himself who is 

simply interested in the curves that make up my being

and the pure dominance that comes in tow.

I have no time to second guess 

as he crashes into me in ways I never knew.

knew I needed out suddenly

from the world I put myself through.

knew all at once and as we intertwine I realize

how I'm shouting into oblivion,

only to be resolved with more 

beautiful distractions.

courtesy of curly hair

and hazel eyes

and the perfect crooked smile