Decadence

Her Icy blue eyes, as delicate as melting snow Grips me with such intensity it is with fear I think she knows but I am merely but a peasant boy born into her family to be owned An exuberantly wealthy family old money into which some banks are loaned She's a delectable delicate creature small petite and refined A true living doll whose beauty transcends space and time Her hair is as fair as the sun shining through fields of grain But if I am to be honest to oneself she brings to my heart only shame Her eyes devour me hungrily without affection she asks things of me that I even fear to mention But Lust! Such all consuming Lust! I am a strong,well muscled, lonely peasant boy forced to grovel at her tiny ivory feet Because I must.... I cannot hide my feelings for they seem too good to be true when she forces me to touch her warm lithe bodice I feel anew I feel equal to her as we become equally united our souls quickly become consumed with overwhelming sensations feelings of love that cannot be misconstrued Alas can our feelings for eachother be true? She delicately nibbles on small decadent chocolates and whispers, to me, as she delicately chews You must go, filthy stable boy, I am finished with you.