Insatiable Fire
On marble floor before the queen
A chained and beaten prisoner
her rein over all was supreme
Captured he wouldn't surrender
His flesh bloodied and burning
What else did she have in store
She gazed upon him with yearning
Naked on this cold and hard floor
His fate to be determined at dawn
by her very hand he lives or dies
She could not help but be drawn
Seeing something within his eyes
Even arrogant she couldn't be freed
Her intrigue now filled her with desire
Pleasures promised this defiant steed
Could he quench her insatiable fire
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2019
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