A Disaster - 7
Compliance was not an option,
she shed her virtue.
Yielding to his words,
naked, alone and captured.
She played his toy,
unrecognizable to herself.
The blade cut deep,
her tears were meant to bleed.
The seduction was complete,
the candles wick blown out.
© 2 days ago, Sharon
Copyright © Sharon Riggio | Year Posted 2017
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