Unbound

“I miss you…” he says with undertones that leave my thoughts reeling, wondering if I should engage in his hedonistic intent, and I lean closer into him and whisper, you miss the way my cunt grips you when I cascade all over you, and the radiance of youthful days wash over his face, and I studied the way his lips turn as he gifts me a smile in a crowded room, and the sadness that lingers in his eyes tells me he’s been ruminating, in the effervescence of our afterglow.

The train pulled away from the station as I listened to the conductor announce his last boarding call, and I couldn’t pull myself away from the man that held me to ransom at dawn on a balcony he could’ve easily threw me over but he didn’t, and he wouldn’t let me go as he tethered me to his heart & soul so he dragged me around whilst he roamed around doing wild things, like conjuring things he’s forbidden from touching ever again, like me.

Drawing light from my spritely flow as if I were his very own lighthouse, leading him beyond the promised land, knowing his sex anchors me no more as he pins me against the railing whilst taking my breath away with one swift thrust, and I can feel him pulsating in the depths of me as his hot breath seers my mouth to speak in an inauspicious manner as our alignment and final destination wasn’t aligned.

His soft whispers leave me bewildered and I know what’s good for me, isn’t always good for you, and he leads with purpose whilst donning his soft heart, and when I closed my eyes and saw him in the woods doing things he shouldn’t be doing, like dabbling in my dreams,

I had to let him go for the breach of boundaries, and I hate that I love the tenderest of things that leave me depleted, like his heartfelt desire to fuck me over for his own gain but almost a decade or so later, and I know deep down I’m unable to cure his wounds unseen as he punishes me in subtle ways, so I tame his inner demons and walk them on a short leash until next time.