You wear your
shame perfectly, little one.
It wraps around your
tortured heart and
sinks its talons
deep into your being.
And, like a siren,
you sing to me, only me.
Intoxicated with
my own hunger and
in my haste to
make you mine,
I fail to realise,
you've already
made me yours.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken: book one
PoetryCOMPLETED Poetry and Prose from a Submissive Heart **Kindly note, the prose in this book is already published and available on Amazon along with other novelettes, novels and books of poetry. There is a silent strength in submission. A collection of...
