V

 

Queen of desire

Priestess of seduction

Upon she is enslaved

Awake knowing she will be captured

Used,

Possessed,

Raped,

Destoryed, and

Captured by another.

 

They are seduced by her expressive eyes,

Playful curve of her hips,

Luscious tone of her voice,

The way she laughs.

She is a possession to behold

Not a woman

Not goddess

But an exotic sex slave,

A queen dethroned

 Power to be taken from one man to the other.

 

They see no harm in tasting her forbidden fruits.

Not hearing the jade in her voice,

The dark pull of her eyes,

The utter helplessness,

Behind every half-whispered word,

Never understanding why she has no hope,

Struggling under her capturer’s grip

Knowing she has no voice

No choice

Not to refuse his hard punishing thrusts

Under the heavy lids of her curse

 

V, the Queen of Desire, Priestess of seduction,

The ultimate possession

To share in the oblivious moonlight

While her silent screams fall deaf

The breaking of her soul

Killing the hope of her daughters, daughters

Of ever being free of pain, enslavement,

Possession that a man holds deep in his blood

Filling her, killing her

Until nothing left

But a beautiful, luscious body

Empty of a soul

Gone cold in the harsh

Light of death.