The Chosen One: An Erotic Poem

I haven't been touched since the day he left

A few have tried but the tips of their fingers pass right through me

As if I'm not even there

Invisible or an apparition

Blending into my surroundings

Because I turn down the noise

In fear of

Being louder than they all expect

I can't seem to feel anything

Besides the growing disappointment

With deep roots planted in my loins,

It's limbs outstretched

Covering all signs of pleasure with

It's thick black cloud of smoke,

Rolling in like tsunami waves

But in you came like the strongest

Gust of wind

With your heart reaching towards the heavens

Not even the darkness and depth of the oceans in which I reside

Could make you flinch or bat your eyes

You subdued me even before letting your hands graze my soft

Yet neglected body

You pierce through my soul

As you analyze all the unkept desires

Hidden behind

Eyes too loud

To hold secrets

But quiet enough

To go unnoticed

By the masses

You hold me close enough

That I sink into you

Completely

We become one as your arms

Begin to squeeze tighter

As if there was anywhere else

I'd rather run to

I lay there renewed head to

Your chest as I

Die over and over

Til the sun awakes

Creeping through your blinds

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