Hunter & Haunted

 

Amazed.

Blazed by balustrade of bed,

She smile subtly; shining was

Her eyes–ebony exotic enigmatic.

Laughed.

Tied tightly. Bite lightly. Skim deeply.

She is toy nothing more than that.

Night not old; night not young.

Demanded.

Want more. More she wants.

Inside her, insist she; escape I want.

Hunter chained, haunted unchained.

–xx–

National Poetry Writing Month Day#12: A Poem Incorporating Alliteration & Assonance

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