At Risk of Much

He walked from the room, She laid in bed Probing questions Kept picking at her head The emotion was there Yes it was And passion lived there Amongst But fear welled up inside This siren Of what passion becomes- Love, devotion In loving, She left herself open, To love's potential hurt In her heart, Love's burning flame, Tickled, soldered Protected from pain. He walked back in, Crawled into bed, Slid arms around her In which she hid. In soft sent of his musk, In his warm touch, She accepts her love, At risk of much.This was a response to a challenge, and had to be under 100 words. Written January 3rd, 2002 © on Jan 03 2002 01:37 PM PST   0 • 8