“HER” Stasha Strange Poetry FB Challenge [#SexySunday]

Fear,

Excitement.

Worry.

He felt them all.

He denied it for so long.

At first.

She hated him.

He hated her.

They had a commonality.

Something he could agree with everyone on.

Then she was gone.

The cold crept in.

The loneliness started.

No else gave him the same feeling.

Why did he feel so much pain?

He felt it because he knew her.

He understood her,

where no one else did.

He could cajole the beast to slumber,

to bring out the girl in her.

To sweeten her up,

make her stop and think.

And then he could view her again.

Beautiful eyes.

Like rubies.

A smile on her small, pursed lips.

Thick, large waves that lengthened to the end of her back in white.

Small, dainty hands

and that sharp yet quick voice that always rang true.

He loved it all.

The loud protests.

The quiet sulks.

The pouting.

All of it.

All he needed was to be a little patient,

to be quiet.

Then speak after she was done and whisper sweet words to her.

Nothing honeyed.

Nothing complex.

Just, "I care"

And "You're beautiful"

And he had her captured enough.

Under arm.

Under chin.

Strong desire building within.

Oh, she was sweet when she gave in.

It was good for her to give in.

So he felt more confident,