Closet In the Skeleton

CLOSET IN THE SKELETONS The lady held ransom a heart locked tightly such as a vault And only she had the keys to call our love to a halt Many times I’d seen those cursed keys She’d use them to torture, torment and tease Sometimes she’d come to the vault to make a small withdrawal there wasn’t many things for which I had the wherewithal She’d use what she stole from a heart bled and dry Then demanded luxury to which I’d avidly comply I recall the jingling of those keys as she’d sashay her way away A fascinating form flowing fluidly into a fantasy’s array She helped herself to a buffet of blood and retrograde regret And those were days and keys this ex-paramour will ne’re forget Her beauty was born for me, of that I do lay claim Alas, too many other men knew her naked and by name One year, four months and twelve days is what she granted me While all the time she was in possession of a f*****g skeleton key © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~