My Sweet Concubine
The scent of winter still in the air
Into the thick of the night
The air cold and crisp a chill
To my bones
A faint sound of wolves howling
They sing to me your concubine
I know you're near your thoughts seek the threads of my mind
Hidden deep the complexity of mine
I find comfort within your whisper
Your whisper captivating
Your scent intoxicating
Your touch sensual
Come to me
Ravage my mind and drink
from my flesh
In tongues you speak of a time long ago a time left to Lords and Ladies
My thoughts simple and innocent your thoughts sensual with desire
The darkness consumes as I try to breath but I'm paralyzed by your
Whispers and of my dreams
My heart trembles with the sweetest desire, my veins deep and dark
Pierce of my flesh once then
rapture me to your time
I am now your's master
Do with me as you may and watch
My transformation to become
Come tantalize your palette upon
the sweets of my flesh
My body weak my back arched in
the strength of your arms
Carry me
To the darkness of this cold winters night
Rachelle Molnar
(c) 3-6-13
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