You want to make a rough love and then dance inside a gentle war. How does your body feel when it is torn? You want to know my touch but fear the reward. You revel in my words as I strip away any lingering thoughts. I play with your inner beauty few have dared to go. You dream of a place that you can escape and my bedroom is that home. I am your sanctuary and to many others the unknown. In my room there is no forbidden fruit and you will worship my throne.
© Gemma Shockley

