Drowning
the moment we met I was smitten
and soon I was drowning in lust
and in passion I was bitten and lost
for his silky voice and words filled me with trust
and I did not realize I was becoming a slave
yes, a slave to his caressing hands
and his whispers and lips ...
his scent became my drink of wine
but it was a prison with invisible bars
where sweet love became pain and hate
and I was drowning, drowning, drowning
losing myself ...
for his words smothered mine
and yet I purred like a kitten
and still my love for him dripped keeping me hostage
leaving my soul filled with loathing and disgust
but it was wrong, wrong, so wrong
and I knew it ...
then, somehow I gathered up all my courage
and ran away from this soul stealing lover
and never looked back
for his kind of love was drowning me ...
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May 13, 2021
Poetry/Verse/drowning
Copyright Protected, ID 1354-421-13
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, All Yours (May 14)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 05/15/2021
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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