Promises are whispered into the night
uttered sacred, her trust you gain
but with all the professions of love,
and the intimate caresses, you lied
little by little, until she believes
the honeyed words you whisper
upon her eagerly waiting ears
those stolen nights, in each other’s arms
all an illusion, a story you created
for her eyes to see, heart to dream of
and you laugh in silence at this easy prey
lying in your web, cocooned in a fantasy
a food for your hunger and your desires
-The Elusive Scribe 03102017-


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