He was her all black and blue
He was her every backward move
Bitten lips, sugar swollen tongues
unable to breathe, only to succumb
Wild-rose rush, indecorous release
bewildered by being hostage beneath
Afterwards, he whispers her to him:
“You are so loved,
you are so loved.”
© Katypoetess 2015
A Slave to Love
A whore to his bidding
She was in his world.
When the night went cold
She still had his love.
When he wanted her back
Heartache could stop but return.
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Cynthia Buell Thomas
Thu 22nd Oct 2015 17:04
Some lovely lines, Katy, full of fine imagery and internal assonance, to bring to life your thoughts. And they do 'breathe'.