I crave for you like manna from heaven.
For me you are the personification of the seven deadly sins and I am trapped in your snares.
I have delved in way too deep despite knowing its an illusion.
In trying to break free, I get entangled even more.
My whole existence yearns for you.
I have felt your presence touching and claiming me as yours.
It was all a game of the mind that seemed so surreal.
The constant longing for an ethereal union whence I would be screaming your name as you rip me apart marking me as your territory.
The intensity of this wild desire is too vicious and lethal for any to fathom.
The blanket muffles my cries when I call out your name pleading you to get out of my head.
Lying helpless, staring at the ceiling, choking as the tears trickle down and dampen the pillows.
My attempt to restrain these impulses is futile as the ardour only intensifies.
I am a mess and my mind is in chaos.
I refuse to admit it but I have let the wilderness blossom and it lingers on my body and stings my soul.
Pushing you away only ignites the passion furthermore.
There seems to be no end to this burning urge till you come to satisfy it forevermore.
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