I see you watching her,
your eyes filled with lust
as she is bathed by my glow.
My fingers glide through her hair
as I watch you in the shadows,
waiting for you to dare approach.
You may dream of taking her,
but best it remain a dream;
for no man has touched her,
and no man ever will.
Ah, young and foolish stranger,
if only you knew what awaits you.
If you knew of the men before you,
the men whose blood still stains these waters
and whose cries still echo in these woods...
For you see, she is perfection
and she deserves nothing less.
Many have tried themselves against me
and failed,
begging for mercy as I punished them for their weakness.
For she is perfection,
and she deserves nothing less.
Perhaps you are different.
Perhaps you can win her.
Perhaps she has finally found the one.
Perhaps...
Author notes
I wrote this for a contest, but then I couldn't find where I had written it until now. Of course the contest is long over, but it's still not a bad piece. It would make more sense if I had the picture that was my prompt; imagine a clearing in the woods and in this clearing is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. She stands by a small pool and is bathed completely in the moonlight. Any more questions just ask.
Comments
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really nice and every word seems to atract the reader to continue reading!!!not a bad piece at all!
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yea, a woman whom no man can touch is not a woman to me but a coward...but as you say later in the poem, a woman whom one man touches is a "lady"
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