Bella Donna

Bella Donna. . Her penetrating eyes speak From the very deep Far hidden reaches Of her grave cold Haunting soul Her ivory skin pale and fare That tastes and smells devine like summer fruits She is the girl who graced my dream One night With locks of sun kissed auburn hair How I hungered nibble her elegant neck And kiss those shoulders that were bare . She beckoned me With those perpetrating speaking eyes Awakening my manly wiles with heat Of rapture and erotic induced sighs A tantalising paragon of delicious beauty Alluring as a flower pretals unfurled to a thirsty butterfly . Past the point of no return My loans wakened As the flames of passion burned We weaved magic until the birth of dawn Her touch so blissful her yielding body A feast to devour so soft so warm As the rose glistened with sweet relief As she surrendered to mornings Thirst quenching drops of dew And as bird of prey I was the prey she pursued . Blissfully intoxicated by her poison But now getting sober I was suddenly aware I’d been lured into a spiders web With many poor victim Shrivelled bodies snared and tangled Within her netted lair . The more I struggled The more angled I became It seems I picked the wrong pretty flower And Bella Donna was her name. . Peter Dome©2021.