16 February 2015

From the Shadows

a scenario set, the moon was high
even included a mystery guy

heavy pheromones like cologne in the air
unlike anything a mortal would wear

I see him there hiding in the shadows
with his leather whips and wooden paddles

taking a deep breath my heart skips a beat
as he steps in the light like an elite

his presence alone ignites my desires
burning withing me a sexual fire

pleasurable pain brings tears to my eyes
when he's done he leaves without a good bye

Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince

Ghazal Poem

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