A little bit more

He saw the solitude tucked neatly beneath her courage

Always a survivor, she had painted the perfect image

That the world around her couldn’t corrupt

Only she curved her heart, taught it to adapt

He let his fingers grip her, crippling her agility

Till she was stripped to fragility

His muscular hands tender against her cold arms

Unafraid to bear into her soul, he released his charms

His gaze, bold, intimidating

But still, welcomed, captivating

He was unapologetic, broke down her defenses

Till she lost all her senses

There was no turning back

But the feeling alone wasn’t enough

She wanted more – NEEDED MORE

Maybe just a little

Surely, the world must not judge her


About sensoria300

I harness words, I thrive on them. I tell stories. I am dreamer, sometimes a poet but mostly I am a Game of Thrones fanatic. Lady Olenna, Lyanna Mormont and Arya Stark are my spirit animals.

Posted on September 10, 2014, in Poetic Justice and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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