Confined

Confined He kept her in protected tower she said to his royal highness “thou hast an awesome power” speaking out from behind her shyness he ruled this, his domain and her, the captive he gave no light but it was not in stone and steel that he did constrain ‘twas the strength of love that gave her delight his arms were the chains that held her to the walls within his heart and it was within this coffer that she never would depart she looked forward to the beatings that pushed the love though his veins these were his pleasant greetings that tightened the restraints he whipped her with words of desire as her fingers left marks upon his back he would soon ignite the ravenous fire creative tortures he did not lack as she screamed at a pitch which shook the room a wicked smile arced across his face never would she avoid the doom that made her own emotions race this was not your normal Bastille in which he kept her quite secure she knew that his love was real there was no escaping , that much was for sure king and captive, most content their roles played out with glee for with this type of confinement one was prisoner, yet free William S. Dawes December 14, 2001 © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. Written December 14th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 09:52 AM PST   0 • 8