Rapture
I decided to try something a bit different, it seems like a cross between a short story and a poem. Let's call it a very short romantic tale. ;)
I want to breathe again.
You stole my breath, my breath that is not yours to take.
You stole my heart, my heart that is not yours to take.
Your presence warms me to the core.
My heart is on fire, swollen from your touch.
My once dim halo is now a fiery gold.
You bring out the very best in me.
I will not sleep, for my dreams are filled with lust and longing.
I will not sleep, for you are my dreams.
I cannot bear to see you tonight, no not tonight.
A restless slumber, I lay awake with thoughts of your glorious appearance.
What a heavenly entity you have become.
I shudder at the thought of your touch.
It then happens, you appear at my bedside.
Right before my very eyes lays my own personal heaven.
Sweetly, yet need-fully we embrace.
Ah yes, this is familiar.
He pulls away from my eager lips.
"My sweet, sweet flower, how many countless days and nights I have waited for you. How I longed to hold you in my arms, but here is thee full and rare. I could not wait a second more to inform you my dear, I had to come for you. I lov-..."
Thus the dream ends as I am awoken by the insistent sunlight pouring through my window.
A sudden ache I feel to my chest as I realize I had fallen into unconsciousness.
Once again I feel pain and emptiness; my heart is twisted in knots.
I am abruptly abandoned by such a refute image.
Alas, I cannot yet call you my own.
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