His playful teasing a welcomed distraction from her lonely and tortured demise
His words and sentiments lifted her self-imagery with his sweet patter and gentle tone
He dulled the pain, and tamed her fear, opening her up to a world that she had once known
But apart from the compliments, stolen moments, chaotic but pleasing innuendos and banter
She knew it could never be; a figment of fantasy, as security and love he could not grant her
He was promised and bound to another as was she; the future was planned and expected
The winds of attraction danced tauntingly between them, whispers of ecstasy and pleasure detected
The dalliance that could never be was only ever to be imagined within her troubled consciousness
These illusions and desires she must eradicate, deny, condemn and imprison concealing her brokenness
© Debbie Razey 2014
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