Cold Daybreak Lies

Whence comes this hoof beat pounding of my heart such thunderous roar to overwhelm my head reduce me to a pawn of crimson tart return again to arms too often fled. Perchance the scent of pheromonal lust adrift upon the aura of her flesh ignites once more the hope so often crushed rekindling a love no one could bless. Thus does she satisfy her flaming need and with the scented hope of parting's kiss corral once more the hobbled, tortured steed within a heart that longs for only this. Beware the promise of cold daybreak lies a whisper in the heat of sated sighs. 1/30/2020 English Sonnet Poetry Contest N/A 2/7/2020