Wild Heart

By Luke Rook

She walks like an angel above the storm of longing for her

Atop that flashing fiery cloud of lust

She lays next to me beneath the glow of midnight

My thoughts linger on her wandering touch

She sees the only one she knows behind mine eyes I was met

Inside there grows a deeper love I long to lend

As she walks on the thundering billows below where she steps

Her love for me she shows is her innocence

The feel of her breath on my skin as she sleeps

The wetness of her virgin lips

The look of fear in her wanting eyes in the light of the TV

She embraces me with a warm hiss

She does not know I am awake when she stirs to consider

As she looks at me in the dark

She does not know the love that I see as I know one day

She will share her wild heart