When there’s no fear during an argument anymore.
When the passion fails to rise.
When her opposing voice matters not.
It’s then, then you’ll capsize.
Sink for the sake of it because swimming isn’t worth the bother,
beneath the waves you’ll find that secluded kind of other.
She’ll suck you of your senses, pacify your thirst.
Remove the blood from your very veins unless you get there first.
She’ll cater to your every whim and you will set her free.
She’s real and all your favourite dreams,
She’s also fantasy.
© G.P Williamson 2017