Something Deep
There is this calmness about him, his hard exterior shell, that nothing seems to penetrate. There is this confidence about him, in his every movement, every gesture. That reassuring eyes, that eyes that speak of mysteries. That mind which seems to dive deep into mine, controlling every inch of my senses. When I look at him and lay my hand on his chest, I feel reassured that no one can harm me with him around. His strong arm supporting me from behind, protecting me.
There is this emotional turbulence inside him that I feel on his heart. Deep and intense emotions, like turbulent waves crashing on shores, this emotions run deep inside him. This intense deep emotions smothering inside him, for the things he love. These deep waves consumes him, and we kiss.
There is this mystery about me, that no one will ever know. No one will ever know what I am thinking, or what am I going to do, for I am unpredictable. I hold all the cards in my hands, and play the game, in total control of the situation. I have the upper hand, for I am the queen of hearts. My fingers seduce, my lips entice, my red dress conceals.
There is this burning desire within me, to conquer the skies and leaving red glowing fire trails behind my every move. My phoneix force, dying to get out and awaken. No one has found me, no one has realised, but I know who I am. I am sure you do too. My eyes are burning with desire, to reach out and touch you inside, to tell you its okay, to give you that same reassurance, to go for what you want. For that moment, you felt what heaven feels with me around your body, my fiery tail encircling you, giving you courage. For that moment, you never want me to ever leave you, for you desired me so badly, so badly it hurts.
I fly into the skies once again, leaving you under the waters, where you wish I would find you again.
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