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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