Ash’s Tale

Sit now, son, I have a story to tell,
Of an epic so great even the Greeks would regale
About a bister-haired maiden with ocean blue eyes,
And the voice of an angel descended from the skies.

I called to her as she ascended from her sleep,
knowing not that I would be pulled into her keep.
I fell into the depths of her enigmatic smile,
lost in her lips - I could stay there for a while.

She reached into the depths and pulled me to her breast,
I was lost in her gaze against the warmth of her chest.
She reached into my coffers, stole my breath, stole my air;
I stuttered on my words as I was wrapped in her hair.

My heart began to race as I ran for the door,
But I was trapped in her keep, and I was begging for more.
My body was on fire; only her touch could make it fade.
I tried to fight her energy, but instead I sat and stayed.