Illusion of a warrior

Written by Elizabeth Ashton

Tall, average, seemed just the right fit or so the thoughts were.

The features were strong undeniable incredible, resistance was defiantly futile.

The eyes were deep, deep as the Atlantic Ocean. Secrets hid themselves but the aroma of truth lingered, sorting them out would take some work.

Potent- a silent killer, like a bottle of poison uncapping for a night of murder.

 It was the style-no –no-it was the eyes 

He had a reality about him, he drop it on me like a sweet harmony

He created a non existent indelible note that left me singing his song

 I traced his image- he came off like a perfected being, thoughts ran through me like an endless river, God must have drop this creature straight from his sacred place

The walk was devastating, divine to some ungodly reasoning

Movement was like a smooth cream and butter mixture blended to a heavenly flavor.

He was perfectly baked.

The untruth was delicate; persuading the manifestation of love to take a bite and in release, SWEEEET! Inviting to the pallets.

He devoured my spirit, soul, mind and body in one motion

He disassembled them and repositioned each one in its rightful place again, but fire was added

He burned his aura within each part and saturated his presence in the center.

He concreted our relationship without any physical contact.

He was a predator, he violated everything I stood for, his energy wrapped me up and he poured passion in all my secret places 

He had a boyish attitude that reflected man, child, innocence and guilt – it imprisoned me into a shock state my moments we mute but my inner parts spoke.

The deal was consummated, backing out was not an option- no one wanted out at this present moment. There was no triumph here the road was meant to take a winding curve.

Silence was tinted with the unknown, things should have been said, there no words to accommodate his universe. This person had invaded, captured and conquered

The ship within was slowing sinking. Screams came but stayed inward, the lights were dimming, control was no more, the life vest were thrown, but no takers…

The woman breathed and woke up to acknowledge, he was just the illusion of a warrior.