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The Druidess Jun 2020
Left to burn is my fate, in turn,
to walk in forever regret.
Does future withhold, this story untold,
that fate never sweetly let?
Will a nightly dream be all that will gleam
o'er this forbidden love affair?
Or will sane minds be but what He finds
worthy of a Heaven's share?
Am I left to defeat or cowardly retreat
to an indulgence, or a lie?
Or does my Will find me, but still,
the apple of his eye?
The Druidess Jun 2020
There is one exclamation I have not yet shared
One subtle sigh I've not let be HEARD
It brings me an aching joy none have yet SEEN
A soft flow that few have FELT beneath them
A sweet glisten that's not yet been TASTED
A floral perfume so little have SMELLED
It belongs to me as of now, as I've willed it
It finds me frequently, to leave just as swiftly
and I bear the senses it's left behind...
The Druidess Jun 2020
Oh, what I've gotten used to
Oh, what I've grown accustomed to.
A pounce, a snare
engaged from nowhere.
This evening you toyed my mind
and left the “**" behind.
A seduction, rare, yet true.
A tease you seldom do.
A touch became a ******.
An innocent glance may just
bring what's due to me;
What I but rarely see.
I thought you, but a man.
Just a beast who only can
tackle the bait it's sought;
spend the dowry bought.
You gave me reason to step back
Admit there is no lack
Sing a welcomed song
in knowing you proved me wrong.
The Druidess Jun 2020
There exists a haven embedded beneath
the oracle of truth's thickened sheath.
It flows with sins and indulgences fair,
not begrudging a sinner in finding them there.
Resistance is futile, overzealousness fine
caging the instincts and learers if mine.
Yet the haven's dwelling is not far from nigh
ignoring the guilty contemptuous cry
of temptations searching an outworldly path
leading directly forward to Omnipotent wrath
The Druidess Jun 2020
Although included, this exceeds beyond it
A fantasy, given life, heeds death to this.
Death of a heart never given to its designated.
Death of a barrier broken before its time.
Consequence of mind is just as strong
As if I had made them come to life;
And in the shackles of thoughts unchained
I am a child no more.

— The End —