Poems Of An Introvert //Poetry//

" Adopted protagonist "

I too fancy being a naive little thing
Playing foolishly along a fortold story
Unknown to my adoption
An often merry rich young lady

Have a dark tall brother with an alpha appeal
Flooding deep eyes and porcelain skin
And only I known to the stubborness concealed inside that enigmatic being

I wanna know the feels and all the thrills
The twist that he has always known we share different blood and skin
I want him to secretly moan my name
In the cold showers he spends to much time in

For instance
In abruptness
I want me pushed against the wall
Him leaning breathe down my neck and say
"Don't do it again"
Even when I do 'nothing' at all
Just a casual everyday tap on his shoulder
Yet he would flinch and retract to resemble a ' touch me not '.
And decide to enleash this hidden shade he shouldered
I would act all bewildered asking " what's wrong? Julian"
With that innocently seductive face of a succubus

While he runts secretly in his aroused anguish
"If she were mine".
I would be sleeping soundly just as every other night.

The piggy back rides back home from school
Won't happen again for a month or two
I would want to talk but he would ignore
Untill a day when I finally convinced myself to stop

While all this while he would be at the brink of sanity
But as a dumb female lead that I would be
I won't understand those dilemmas
Though deep down I would care enough
Yet constantly misjudge my blooming new emotions
This tention between us
I would name it sibling love

As it would occur to my surprise one night
I'd find him in my room
Him there sitting adjacent to the bed post
With a wanting mug of apology
For being suddenly so rude
Following this
While tears rush down the corner of my eyes
I'd run towards him and punch him all over with a broken cry
His eyes too would be filled with droplets
And pull me into him with only two sheets of fabric between our shared lives
After a while it would get calmer
But instead he would choose to loose his composure

In the suddenness
The taste of vanilla from the desert
Would hint at the lustful desires
As I choose submission
Sinking into the quilt under the sweetness of his care and wicked fingers

But we won't let one thing lead to another
Yet I would like to stay under his arms
Savouring our moment forever
Hence I would ask him to stay
Wanting to know the feeling of him spooning me
Before this new warmth begin to feel questioning

The pure white curtains would be moving ever so gently
While the moon piercing through the glass window
We would together drift into a promised Neverland
As the truth yet kept away from the protagonist's hold......