The glimmering light within the abyss
Answers to a heart’s inner prayers
The dichotomy life of light and shadow

Much like the infamous lunar moon
She has a way of slipping through
Despite being surrounded by darkness
Almost as if, she exists, just to visit- me

It is her phantom type of whispers
Having a way of making my soul shiver
And wake me from my frailest sleep
As her moist breath fills my ear- my mind
With her very unapologetic sultry words
And I- transform from my limited myself

She vividly becomes all my inner desires
While my dignity wanes in her presence
I’m sycophantically bound to…her pleasures

Poet of the Light © 2018

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