Realm
I own my desires.They are sacred. This is my game...my hunt. Relinquishing my covert, he plays swiftly. I am special to him. My dark spirit seduces his mind..my secrets to my game... Indulging in my realm. Confining in my den I soak my body in lavender relaxing my efforts. He is only a few rooms away from me yet it feels like eternity. Knowing that I possess his thoughts ..his fantasies Relishing in them he wets his appetite. It is my choice to enslave him, keep him as my own. In my harbor my senses demands solace. Dressed in crimson I urge myself to surrender. As my essence is a flavor in which I enjoy.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
