fugitive

She dare not cross my mind,
her inevitable return barricaded,
postponed countless whiles,
delayed time and time again,
until i was no longer vulnerable,
no longer wishful.

She was a renowned fugitive.
Her murmurs terrorised the withins.
Her promises aghast from verity,
Poof. Disappear.

Wanted by my soul—
Something that I crave now,
Something that I need,
Something that I ache for, 
Something that I desire.

Yet she is not remotely a criminal
Not in thought,
Not in spirit.
It is her body that entitles,
That embodies delinquency.

She holds a monopoly over my existence,
Her intimate advances
control what I think,
What I feel.
Her grievances, her endeavours
forever have me captivated.

Yet she really is no true criminal—
only someone who has me hooked.