Fortress in the dark (18+ NSFW)

Another older poem I wrote in my twenties. This was in my rhyming, passionate phase.

Alas I say
I was walking along
one balmy summer day
just after the dawn
had sparked the sky

a tiny dragonfly
held me mesmerized
though I tried to turn away
he gave me no compromise

I was hypnotized…

wide-eyed and grinning
through the forest, I followed
head full of thoughts and spinning
my fears I swallowed

until finally, we arrived
at a dark icy cove
doubting if I’d survive
onward I drove

and then I see
in the black of night
an amazing fortress
standing tall in the moon’s light

flames burst from candles
that flicker in the doorway
the air feels thick and enchanting
should I go or should I stay?

beneath the castle’s shadow
the entry bathed in light
I grasp the door handle
and it’s love at first sight

he stands, not even two feet away
his hazel eyes shining, hearts ablaze
you can feel the passion, you can feel the heat
I know this is the beginning of my defeat

I run to him
in a sweet embrace
my hair falling down around me
as his cheek brushes my face

he grabs my hand
as he pulls me to him
and I can barely stand
when our lips finally meet

then I’m lead
to a dimly lit hall
and I can barely move
through the open door

rose petals are strewn
all over the ground
flames dance from the fire
and I don’t make a sound

satin sheets
on a canopy bed
wrapped up in his arms
and nothing is said

feeling his fingertips
as his lips caress my skin
heavy pressure on my hips
I want to feel like this again

I shiver as his mouth
travels down my chest
passing over my stomach
his hands pressed up against my breasts

he places a blindfold
over my eyes
and I feel him push hard
between my thighs

my breathing becomes heavy
it’s coming fast
then the moment arrives
at last! at last!

I search for his hand
we collapse into bed
wrapped up in his arms
and nothing is said.



Categories: Poetry, Wanderlust, Writing

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