Come
Lay siege on me
Surround my walls
And gather your
army
Choose your
weapons
Wisely
My dear
Don’t just
whisper
Sweet nothings
In my ear
Let your breath
Caress my skin
The touch of your
lips
Be the ultimate win
Play the game
Use your tactics
Increase the
suspense
Try to reduce me
Seduce me
Overcome my
defence
Override my
guards
Overthrow my
stakes
Surmount the moat
And then enter
the gates
I surrender
With a quickened
breath
Awaiting to die
“Le petit mort” – a small death.
How passionate and sweet. By the sounds of it, there is nothing left to do but surrender.
ReplyDeleteVery clever how you brought it full-circle with the tie between the first word and the connotation in the last phrase. :)
Oh yes! All of a sudden I am wanting to find a fortress to ransack! Love it! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThis is just great! Love your take on the "fortress". Very sensual.
ReplyDeleteHow one uses ones body can be powerful..it's perhaps finding the balance between open and closed..great use of metaphor and imagery..Jae
ReplyDeleteOoh la la lovely!
ReplyDeleteThis is a sweetly sizzling piece! Well done!
ReplyDeletevery different take on the prompt.......
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