Jill Martin Poet Rhyme

Wretched Deceit

come away, my sweet
I can wait no longer
your torn breast beckons in
torturous desire

I am what you created
in your quest for escape
you used me and begged
for obliteration as your chosen fate

I awake to your screeches
that justice be done
but you don’t understand that
I’ve already won

you plead blessed relief from
your tormented curse
and I offered you redemption
for what it was worth

you took up my offering
and promised much more
so pay up, my lovely
I’ve earned it, you whore

you wagered your innocense 
your purity, your youth
and you lost to a behemoth
more pitiless than truth

so come to your haven
my prisoner ‘o mine
and repent at your leisure
for you’re mine for all time

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