Camelot

Camelot

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Untamed

I felt the rising tide
In the dark lonesome moor
As your turbulent fingers
Whipped through my hair

Pushed and pulled
At my body
Groped my curves
Caressed my soul

The fear excited me
As you angrily lashed
Wind and sand
Against my delicate skin

Your fearsome temper
Pelted hail
Surrounded me
Swallowed me whole

Do not let me enter
Do not let me leave
Make up your mind
For I feel your untamed wildness
And I am answering your call


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