The Forbidden Wanting

I don't...want. I consider the desire of a thing to be a weakness. Anything I have acquired was something or someone who I was Passively interested in. Like an afterthought.Like Dessert after I'm full. "Mmmm I guess I could fit in a slice". I'm a Power player. we don't want for anything.That's how we achieve EVERYTHING.

But you. You with your walk.Gliding across the oceans of my soul so gracefully. You. Old as the air we breath and more knowledgeable than all the wisest men in Babylon. You. With the beauty of every type and kind at your finger tips. You. Who could make an Ice Prince Smile. Grin even. Chuckle. You. I want you. When I say it? The word drips with desire. I want you. I desire to join with your fire. I want you. More than I care to admit. For desire of it a thing is inherent in its denial. But you. may be worth the risk. You. I want you more than my next breath.

I whispered your name against my bed sheets as an extra layer of protection from the cold. Guiding me to sleep.The syllables driving off my tongue into the sweetest regions of madness where reality is covered in honeyed lenses. Sugary and sweet. I breathed your essence in....

Then whispered the name again..... #TheGift