a shimmering mirage.
An embodiment of reverie and deceit.
a sweet lullaby that makes me dreamy.
A holy chant that awakens my inner beasts.
His piercing blue eyes,
haven for raging storms of venom.
A fathomless ocean threatening to drown me whole.
a dangerous territory.
The devil has trapped me there for eternity.
skilled and addictive.
A magic spell that is too strong to break.
His chiseled body,
like a lifetime’s work of a passionate sculptor.
Reincarnation of the Greek Gods.
His calm mannerism,
like a sea that has battled the worst of storms.
The mystifying silence that puts words to shame.
a sensation that burns into the skin.
The kind that leaves a sweet ache lingering.
He is the book I read and re-read,
and happily stay pressed among its pages.
Suffocated and intoxicated, yet gloating in a thousand sentiments.
He is the desert while I’m the lone wanderer,
looking for an oasis within his barren heart.
Like a moth drawn towards fire, knowing its a death trap.
He is the journey that has no end.
The more I explore, the more I find.
Life feels like a treasure hunt, with him by my side.
He is not a dream but a nightmare that freezes my heart cold.
My escape from reality.