She disturbs my train of thought

Reaches into the corners of my mind

And pulls things out of me I didn't

Know were there or did I?



She intrudes in my daydreams

Walks through my thoughts with

Out a care in the world reeking

Havoc and causing dismay. I'm

Left miserable aching with the

Want of her not knowing if

What I feel is need or desire

Maybe even both for her



Like being in the desert and dying

For a drink. She's like a cool

Drink of water soothing and disturbing

All together and it makes your thirst less

But without more you'd surely die

But to die and have her there with

Me would be certainly heaven



She disturbs me I question who I

Is or rather what I thought I

Was or maybe it's not questioning

At all, but rather making me see

The real me



I think what it would be like

To be worshipped by her to have

Her kneel at my feet and yet

Who would really be worshipping whom



Feeling envy for if I were able to worship

Another truly it would be her

To see here smile and know it was only

For me because I pleased her



She tortures me never having lifted

The whip to be in the same room

with her and she does not acknowledge me

Is like being flogged and yet it's still

Pain and not the exquisite kind



It caused you to shed tears and your

Heart to break or make you feel like

You are walking on clouds. She makes


you feel lost and found at the same time.