The Master of Seduction
Out of the shadow of a dream,
Am I dreaming now?
I pinch myself to be sure,
He walks by I want to bow.
His presence almost magic,
This royal disguise.
As if he were the king of spades,
Torrential amber quicksand eyes.
Why did this demon come to me,
Pulling with his mystery smile.
He says I am his queen of hearts,
With words to beguile.
Whispering in my ear,
Sweet breath of sin.
Temptation had never felt so good,
Our worlds collide pulling me in.
Hands around my waist like silk,
He sets my heart on fire,
Handcuffs and bated breaths, blindfolded by desire.
Bite marks across my neck,
His hands are in my hair.
Darkness and light entwine
This demon, purity's despair.
Tracing spells across my skin,
Chaining up my soul in steel.
I can not escape his magic,
He brings me to heel.
This demon of my dreams ensnares, release the hunger I crave.
He locks up tight the bleeding heart, and I become his slave.....
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I felt nostalgic and questioned myself about desire. Then I decided to write what desire was to me. I'm not asking for fans. I write what is on my mind.