Two prompt words on this week’s Ligo Haibun Challenge. Fascination and Torture. My choice below:
Torturedo not torture me with your beauty; let me partake of it. You are my ebony doll, slender as a reed, majestic in your sway like the queen of Sheba, graceful, like a gazelle. Your velvety smooth skin reminds me of melting shear butter under the harmattan sun. Your ringed neck, ever so graceful like a swan’s. Ah, those full lips, pouting and so ready to do justice to my fevered body. Ah torture, sweet torture I welcome you with open arms
I was transfixed, drinking in his words as he read the poem out to me. It was our tenth wedding Anniversary and we were out celebrating.
‘I wrote this for you, when I first met you. But I was too shy to read it for you. Nothing has changed all these years my dear.’
My eyes lit up as I whispered, ‘and nothing ever will, lover boy.’under candle light he woos me with his tongue and the stars look down