Love Poem: Drowning In His Lust

Drowning In His Lust

The moment I met him-   I was smitten,
    soon, I was drowning in his lust;
with desire and love I was bitten and lost,
his smooth, silky voice and words made me trust him.
I became a slave to his hands and lips;
        he held me tight-   caressing.

   I was his love slave . . . his scent was my drink of wine,
     his kisses and words I imagined were true blue;
       but they were a prison that held me his love slave, 
          we were pain, joy, hate, fear-  and passion.

Words smothered me -  yet, I purred like a kitten,  
    my heart was filled with deep disgust;
and still with great desire my love for him drips!
I stood and looked at this man who said, MINE;
        and in the end-   I had to be brave,

                and walk, NO-   run away fast . . . . 

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July 2, 2019


Poetry/Free Verse/Drowning in His Lust
Copyright Protected, ID 19-11163-696-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Written for the Premier contest, Slave To Love
sponsor, John Hamilton

Sixth Place