Be gentle with the hunt my love
For my wings are battered and bruised
Careful in your catching
The heart's been greatly misused
Be quick if you must, reach out if you dare
But please, darling, please handle all with care
Enfold me in your arms, be bold, hold firm, tight and strong
I beg of you subdue me not by force rather with love
As below, within without, so it is above
Clutch me close, don't let me escape
I no longer wish to be free
If I cannot dwell within your heart
A wild life is but a gilded cage to me
May your lips cloak me with your hot kisses
Your tongue will spin tales of flaxen gold
Soft fingertips flutter over tender flesh
Toy, tease, coax, stoke fire within mine blood
Sink your glittering fangs into willing throat
Come and claim what was always meant for you
String up your bow, nock your arrow, pluck the supple yew
I offer up myself: woman--blood and bone
Yours forever and all time...you'll never be alone.
About the Creator
Minna G
An eclectic witchy woman here to hone her craft as a desperate attempt to create some sense out of the maddening chaos that is her own mind.
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