Anonymous
She who lived upon a pedestal,
a royal trophy,
a pretty bird in a cage.
Was but another victim,
if the same choose to be human.
During the dark silent lonely nights,
lusted in secret while enshrouded with her chastity
Wanting
Desiring
Wondering
for 400 long years while chained in chastity.
Her blooming pink rose locked up tight,
her enticing butterfly never spreading its wings and fly.
With all the contradictions,
she swan wide open the gaping gates of heaven
with no restriction or reservation.
With his warm happy heart,
he gave the pleasures of a thousand kings,
without the cost of a thousand royal treasures,
after entered her forbidden places with raving gluttony...
work in progress
Leegal Poet
Wayne Ferron.All rights reserved@copy right