He is a strong and mysterious phenomenon
possessing a magnetism captivated in awe
Alluring and indispensable
I wavered in irrestible charm
His touch is like a sensual dream
much too rare to be a reality
his primal way made it impossible to restrain
and I found myself howling at the moon
beckoning to ode to wolf
His voice just like a whisper
ears keen to the sound
I'm falling yet never hitting the ground
I was held prisoner within his gaze
I watched his lips
mind lost in haze
Eager to be freed from his intensity
my body strained from the immensity
I fell victim under his spell
I could barely breath
inhale...exhale...
He grinned as he sensed infallible frailty
A merciful beast he walked away
and I transformed to suit my need
and continued on howling
Consumed and unleashed
This poem was inspired by:
Florence and The Machine
Song title:
Howl
