He said
"Remember... this
spot, right here, it only
belongs to us... ours... forever
...my love"
Never
had she felt so
wanted or so... adored
Spellbound... she basked; safe in his words
...blinded
His hands
...conducted notes
from each pore of her skin;
dark wild eyes, intoxicated
...her soul
She was
addicted to
his smell... his touch... his strength
She'd become his possession a
puppet
on strings
Those strings became
chains... imprisoned by he;
one day with all of her courage
...she'd leave
Alas...
he foiled her plan
He did not let her flee
now...forever... The Lady of
the Lake
© Debbie Razey 2015