Stolen

When I see him, I am consumed with passion, my body reacts, my heart melts, my soul stirs, moves inside me like a once sleeping mystical being a lioness.

When our eyes meet, I feel alive, my mind fills, I am consumed with a need to let him plant his ultimate seed. She stirs again, my lioness, reacts to his scent, creeps inside me, in search of an exit, a place to vent.

When he holds me, my legs go weak, filling with anticipation, I want him, need him, images enter my head, my body molds to his, searching his eyes for a guarantee, pure satisfaction, receiving instant bliss.  

When he touches me, things tighten below, my body reacts, feelings exist even ones I didn't know. She struggles, my lioness, to find the path she needs, what scares me most, is the way she seeks sets her free.

When we make love, bodies touching, I am in ecstasy, consumed by pleasure, wishing I could call him mine, an internal struggle, unable to be measured, a future so unsure, wanting him to keep me, make me his own,  She looks up, my lioness, she snarls, and paces, a look of panic and worry glides across her face.

You see my lioness, is the protector of my essence, my soul.  She feels my drawl, worries what I want from this man, isn't how he feels at all. Her purpose is to keep me safe, tries to rebuild my walls, is it too late, have I entered the point of no return am I destine to fall.

She is strong, my lioness, she will help me think clearly, I am helpless when near him, everything fades into the distance, nothing else matters when I am in his presence, everything is in harmony, my heart, my soul in perfect existence. It is obvious I am no match for my feelings, he makes me a better person, driven, focus and I like who I am, Is she, my lioness, weakened, can she decipher my confusion help me regain control, or is my soul forever gone, I fear he has won, undeniably, taken all of me,                         stolen and gone.