Outside You Window | Short Story
Oh, ever since I can remember, my gaze has been caught by your luscious flowing strands of crimson, and gorgeous oceans full of ire intent on tearing down all who come across your path. In your wake has my burning desire for you come ablaze within my cold, dwarfed cryonic core. All I can dwell on, envision passionately is of your embrace upon my very essence, my life force dripping out at my soles, as you extinguish the very beat of the remains that once were liveliness deep in the abyss from which my life was only a barren waste before your presence. So, I've kept close behind you, everything that once made me who I am left behind in exchange for this yearning I hold, and only you can fulfill. Every night is spent outside your window watching your blissful slumber, and the flicker of your phone playing the same images next to your bed. Oh how I ache to climb in bed with you, to smell your soft locks, to feel how warm your velvety flesh is upon my own, to be aware of your breathing, how slow and steady it is as you have wonderful fancies, things going on around you left unnoticed, my fingers dancing along the length of your feminine framework. For now I am stuck, unable to bring myself to open the window you leave unlatched every night, anxious to touch you, but stricken to stay in the shadows, dreaming of what could be
Thank you all for taking the couple minutes to read this short fiction I wrote while listening to the song Unhealthy Obsession by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra. First time posting here in Scholar and Scribe. Hard for me to get in the mindset of writing poetic wordplay. Please do remember to comment below.
My heart flitters in anticipation of what y'all shall say about such plights.