Her
Her
Imprisoned forever within her own mind.
Lost of imagination, shackled by time.
Touch of his smooth skin forever divine.
Lips that were untainted by a troubled soul.
Now taste of leather as the bell tower tolls.
Lust full of envy.
With sex her tormentor.
As time her sworn enemy
Rushing through her future on a path of destruction.
Naked as life innocent of seduction.
Dancing in the midst if a midnight storm.
Blood pulsing through her and promising to keep her warm.
A prisoner within herself, her heart placed high on a shelf.
Pulling deep within side her, his semen a sweet elixir.
Knowing love’s true touch is all that will release her.
Michael Browning
Imprisoned forever within her own mind.
Lost of imagination, shackled by time.
Touch of his smooth skin forever divine.
Lips that were untainted by a troubled soul.
Now taste of leather as the bell tower tolls.
Lust full of envy.
With sex her tormentor.
As time her sworn enemy
Rushing through her future on a path of destruction.
Naked as life innocent of seduction.
Dancing in the midst if a midnight storm.
Blood pulsing through her and promising to keep her warm.
A prisoner within herself, her heart placed high on a shelf.
Pulling deep within side her, his semen a sweet elixir.
Knowing love’s true touch is all that will release her.
Michael Browning
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