She’s rules my nights , She rules my stars
From the underbelly to the liver & loins.
She stirs inside me pride and passion, the kind that seems to be old hat and out of fashion.
My words fail me in my dire moments when I realize our lives are entwined like silk woven.
May I suggest a quick reprieve? But what oh god , could give me more? And what tempest incarnate would shake my floors or my headboards?
The woman who would leave me drenched, in fire and in sweat.
She is not the only one or the final front .. rather the beginning and the context of my story’s airy texture.
Nay! Nay I say , She prevented my disaster.
