by Sara Daw

Created on: January 01, 2010

Her hands were warm, her eyes were bright,

She pulled me close, she held me tight,

She said the words I longed to hear,

Her voice was soft, her tone was clear,

She whispered words of honeyed charm,

She held me firm, away from harm,

She told me all that I so desired,

I did not see, my soul was tired,

I tried to fight,to break away,

She mocked me then, said "I would pay",

Her eyes were flints, unfathomed coal,

There was no light,just blackened soul........

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