Wherever I go I find that he is neva too far behind no matter how much I may wish him to go away....No matter what he might to another woman say....
He neva goes away. We have this bond he and I. We don't speak much when we see each other but our eyes and our touch says it all...
And just when I feel like filling the air between us with many words...I find that it is all in vain...and I am trying to deny myself the passion that burns between us. I try to make it go away because deep down I feel this isn't right...this isn't normal....
Or could my reason for hiding mean that I do in fact know the realness of our desires...could it be that I myself am not an ordinary queen so that makes our union extraordinary....dynamic...mystic.
So then what of that stubborn attraction? As slow paced his world be and fickle....so what of it?
How could this world ever collide with joint forces so powerful?
Perhaps my mind weakened in a moment of boredom for my luv tends to be so involved and removed from my will at times....and just when he feels me slipping away into the wind....here he comes to violently pull me back in...closer ~ just a little bit closer to his heart.
He pulls me closer to his heart as if to say "Sorry to neglect you"
Passionately kisses me like a long lost nubian queen.
He interrupted my world like a peasant from another land with dreams of granduer...and here I was high on my throne ~ betrothed to a great king of a distant land...and yet I felt this magnetic pull towards him...He's so charismatic. I dig the fire in his eyes...he sees my belief in him and I fuel him to carry on....
My luv for him is strong - it's so hard to break this bond. For him...for me...
He makes me feel special...He makes me feel rage...He makes me feel delicate...He makes me feel jealousy...
He makes me feel.
It's an undeniable bond....An apple rolling around in the Georgia red clay.
That's what we are.
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