• soniacookbroen

the thwarting of my desire

capture me up into those hands

tall and graceful man

your deft grasp is the cup which saves me

I have grown the sister of yesterday

I no longer know the way

I knew when

I was a youngblood bold scoundrel

bound to my tempest passion

a fire pit burning and roiling within these loins

now I want you to chase me down

a lion hunter

the kill is your prize you must earn it

to devour this treasure

I have between my thighs

I live for the air to stiffen and the moments to eradicate time

your size insurmountable

thwarts desire’s only flame

and reality is the playing card in this lover’s game.