Drowning In His Lust
The moment I met him- I was smitten,
soon, I was drowning in his lust;
with desire and love I was bitten and lost,
his smooth, silky voice and words made me trust him.
I became a slave to his hands and lips;
he held me tight- caressing.
I was his love slave . . . his scent was my drink of wine,
his kisses and words I imagined were true blue;
but they were a prison that held me his love slave,
we were pain, joy, hate, fear- and passion.
Words smothered me - yet, I purred like a kitten,
my heart was filled with deep disgust;
and still with great desire my love for him drips!
I stood and looked at this man who said, MINE;
and in the end- I had to be brave,
and walk, NO- run away fast . . . .
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July 2, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Drowning in His Lust
Copyright Protected, ID 19-11163-696-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Premier contest, Slave To Love
sponsor, John Hamilton
Sixth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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