Under My Sakura Tree by Proudly Demented

Under My Sakura Tree

Under the Sakura tree,
I await patiently for my lover.
Eyes, that I never am able to escape.
He holds my gaze without blinking.
Eyes that pierce my soul without a second thought.
He smiles his seductive smile,
All the while staying perfectly out of my reach.
These secret meetings pain me.
For he never allows me to embrace him upon sight.
My heart cannot contain all that it feels.
I long for him.
I long for him to caress my body
As well as my soul
In ways I never thought possible.
His eyes never leave mine,
Nor do they open the window into his soul.
It is said that the eyes are the widows to the soul.
I cannot help but to feel that it is a lie.
For no matter how much I gaze into that penetrating glare,
I can never seem to find him.
As he finally allows for our skin to touch,
I gasp in the pleasure of a mere brush of his fingers brings the skin against my cheek.
I drown in the presence he gives me.
His eyes,
As bright as the sun,
Never show that which holds his desire.
He tells me that it is not much longer.
That soon I will be able to bask in the pleasure he will unleash upon my body.
These secret meetings that are held under the Sakura tree
Are the only source of my life.
This Man,
This Angel,
This Demon,
He embodies the very essence I seek.
This inhuman essence of perfection,
He knows that no matter the time,
Or how long he takes,
I will wait for him to appear before me,
To finally embrace and relinquish the unbreakable hold he has over my soul.
Even now,
I await for him to appear
Under the one being that has allowed me to keep what is left of my sanity.
Under this being that has become my crutch and friend.
Under this Sakura tree that has become
My Sakura Tree.

=========================================================================

A/N: For those of you who may have read this before, I had previously posted this on FF.net.  No, I did not steal this, it is mine.  I hope you enjoyed it! :)

-Demented and Milkshake-sama