Vampiric Chivalry
I am undone.
I am flayed –
not by a strike of hand
but of gentlemanly politeness.
I am bereft.
I am rejected –
not by a lover’s spurning
but of frustrated licentiousness
Will my vampire ever brave the depravity of reality,
from the enigmatic dark of brutal chivalry?
© Katypoetess 2015
Nigel Astell
Fri 24th Jul 2015 16:09
Leave undone
and wait
window latch
leave free.
The so
called gentleman
will call
be ready.
Corset ripped
vampire strikes
no longer
frustrated wench.