Everyone is a mere voyeur.
Watching from afar.
If you earn permission
to enter her garden,
tread carefully.
For that is where
her dark storm rages,
discouraging unworthy visitors.
Conquer the tempest
that lies in wait and
you'll find her there,
dancing among the wildflowers.
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Unspoken: book one
PoetryCOMPLETED Poetry and Prose from a Submissive Heart **Kindly note, the prose in this book is already published and available on Amazon along with other novelettes, novels and books of poetry. There is a silent strength in submission. A collection of...
