She writes
Her needs upon my soul
Obscene promises
To serve her one
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She now dances
to the beat of his drum,
His heartbeat
the metronome for her life.
The day of her true surrender
The petulant child
became a sensuous
sexual being
In tune with his will.
Her soul and body
On fire with his touch.
As the power of his words
burnt away
the pain of her past
new life born
at his touch.
She became a scabbard
For his broad sword
As unknown pleasures
cause her soul to dance
and her dry riverbed
becomes a raging torrent
