It was an afternoon of lasting impressions
Surrendering to a make-shift sun
Surrounded by whirlpools of sheer lust
Chained to the desires of one;
Helpless and voiceless vunerability
Lingered, as if, in a strangers tether
Unprepared for a feast of risque
And a banquet of unearthly pleasure;
Taken prisoner forcibly...
Kidnapped by the forces of a darker place
Madness conspired to have its lecherous way
But 'twas saved by His Amazing Grace!
By: Theodora Onken
April 12,2012
Theodora (Theo) Onken
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