He hides among the shadows, watching me.
My guard, a certain safety, keeping near.
In times of lonely nights, he’s like the sea.
Complete, surrounding like a bubble clear.
I suffer, seeing this, he sends a sign.
A hidden letter, love, proclaims his soul.
I know I’m his, a covert hand on spine.
Possession, master, whose eyes black as coal,
within my dreams, my spirit feels his touch.
A fairy tale, a mystic bond for life.
The waiting hurts me, but I cannot rush.
No worship needed, I’m his loyal wife.
I’m waiting, ever ready, please take me,
to dark, abysmal depths. The final free.
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Amanda Lyons
Eclectic stream of consciousness and dark surrealism. What photography does for life I do for thought, emotions, and experiences. The genres can range from romance to horror but my favorite is suspense.
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