‘Twas No Virgin
‘Twas no virgin that snared this hart
Not with golden chains around its neck
But by enticing words that fell like pearls
That spilled and rolled against my icy heart.
Dear hunter, must you be
A lover or a ruthless master to me?
What fires scorched my spirit
That you now buried in the fathoms of your soul
Guarded by your nightmares that rendered you wild
Fierce and shocking are you
That in your embrace I seek both
Solace and escape.
Your seemingly delicate, pale hands
Skilled in holding a blade as well as giving amorous caress.
But this tenderness I have yet to taste.
For you withhold your kindness
As you tamed the beast in me
Sowing desires that brings devastation my senses.
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