NOTE: This is my first piece of English fiction. So please be kind! It came to my mind after I read „That damnable woman", so maybe you can find out who´s talking about who. It actually was supposed to be a drabble, but once started I couldn´t stop writing. *sigh* DEDICATED TO: Pünktchen and Sarah. DISCLAIMER: The names not mentioned aren´t mine.
I want to be the one
I want to see her lose control.
I want to feel her lose control.
I want to make her lose control.
I want to be the one who´s name she groans in deepest satisfaction.
I want to be the one who´s name she screams out the moment of purest pleasure.
I want to be the one who´s name she whispers in exhaustion.
I want to fight her at day.
I want to possess her at night.
For she possessed me the moment our eyes met first.
It is not love but deepest loathing.
And it will last until I break her pride.
She is of such beauty.
She is of such grace.
She is of such wisdom.
Far too wise to ever give in to my desire.
Far too wise to ever allow me to get close to her.
Far too wise to ever more than hate me.