Mysterious eyes and a shadow of face
A beating heart at a warrior’s pace
Strength, unmet, held deep inside
Where only the thrill of both collide.
Flesh to flesh, the war begins
As conquests fall onto their sins.
Gather into the touch of fate
A caress of skin in sinewy state.
From where all mortal lives converge,
Into the lust that is their scourge.
Dark windows that lead into a soul
That battles itself the more to be whole.
A cry in the night that no one hears
Becomes its own with fatal fears.
pax :)
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Well written.
Reindeer
Very well writen Mary..