With chains of soft velvet you snared me
Willingly, in your trap I stepped
My mind; body and soul - caged
In silken, smooth, bare trap
Until you sprung it
Sharp poisoned barbs
Pierced my hide ...
Bloody ...
Wrecked ...
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Note: I purposely used 'bare' instead of 'bear' here to show that it was not hidden. Also, an illusion to skin.
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
Never mind. I give up.
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