Jessica Lindsey - Pride & Consequence

In less time than it takes to pass the hours of a day
she slipped into a nightmare from which she could not break away.
From a crooked angle with blondish curls
he broke into her life
but she walked into his open arms,
a snare,
without a fight.
A moth enticed by resplendent bilk,
she lost sight of reality
captivated by his chameleon silks
masking certain fatality.
She drank his words, insatiable,
burned on his sleight of hand,
the Master with expert card control,
she was naked at his command.
And this is where the Magician flashed, losing his composure,
he whispered, hoarse, asking her to stand,
while the air throbbed around her.
The edge of her skin phosphorescent gold, cashmere velvet, charged,
magnetic drew his hand unbiddenly
and he devoured deeply, sweetly,
sipped her ambrosial balm, obsessively,
selfishly