dour were the notes I climb to you
illiciting dismay I felt disparaged
my bosom heave and I exhale my disdain
my advances rebuffed I was left smitten with no way to rectify
unseeing lust, was covetous
something happened to me when you let loose your venom
already in love with another, I pale in comparison
my thoughts believed if you only knew
just how much I crave you
with hate I lay my eyes on your simpleton
pleading, see me with a challenge behind the eyes
so much more your equal
heavy was my passion ignored
salacious sin, to be in the arms on my lover
who in a moment of weakness did bed me
scorned woman of chance, marked forever in your mind, a harlot








Passionately penned, Brenda. Love the layers in this powerful write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you graciously dearest Damian I was listening to a song called Lilith by Peter Grundy when I wrote this ❤️