The Coveted Temptress

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The mistress stood there with her smitten smile and her red stained dress with sin and hopeless desire.

The mistress lost all she had for all she knew was the thirst to take what others have had.

A lover, a thief, a liar, a mistress filled with hopeless desire.

For behind her smitten smile laid a fractured shell that was her temple that many coveted.

As she was the temptress, the mistress, the sad little dove with mangled wings.

She stood there alone, yet surrounded by many.

Her thoughts raced, her body quivered and what was left was the shadow of a sad little girl.

The sad little dove wore her little red dress that was once so beautiful.

She had so much love,hope and desire.

Her heart betrayed her as her life became the story of the other woman.

She became the unlovable, chaotic fractured sad little mistress coveted by many but she was always alone.

Karen S-K

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Sanctuary of Prospect

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The hermit cowered in his sanctuary of prospect.

He squirmed through the dense fog as the darken dew landed so gently around his tender neck.

The essence of dirt left traces below is battered feet.

For his sanctuary left him distant of the world of chaos that peeked through the narrow entrance of his peace.

The hermit hunched over with his hands full of filth as he brought his hands to his frail chest.

His skin was dull and his eyes were grey to any light.

He felt the palpitation of his heart slowly beating as if it were a pendulum tuning his unsteady beats of his life.

He spoke in tongues and his sanctuary spoke back.

He was a victim of his circumstance, a fate he endured.

For he once was a magnetic gallant man filled with prospect of the life he once knew.

For his intention became clear. He was a hermit by choice and his sanctuary was the world of chaos he dreamed.

For his mind was strong but the the chaos quelled and condemned him within.

His vessel became his mind and his sanctuary engulfed him.

Karen S-K

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There you are……..

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There you are, as if the night whispered your name so ever gently as you laid across the waters bay.

There you are, a peaceful light used for those who seek more to this moments delight.

There you are, a fragile beast, so delicate with razor sharp teeth that could gnaw through the bone.

There you are, another soul awaken from its darken den that he once knew as his home.

There you are, another wave came crashing down, drowning those if they become his prey.

There he laid whispering into the night sky, across the waters bay, peaceful in the moments delight. A beast with razor sharp teeth that could penetrate the bone. His soul awoke from his darken abode as the waves crashed down upon his prey and he set sail onward under salty dark blue seas…..

There you are..as he felt his beastly ways melt upon her hallowed hole as the whispers echoed a new fortune for him as he finally found his vitality, his home and found her beautiful soul…..

Karen S-K

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