Love requited burns passionate - its simmers then sizzles, then explodes into an inferno of heat
Inside me. Inside him.
The heat fans my cheeks as I break the seal of his confessions
Captured in promise: "I love thee best. O most best, believe it.
I believed. Just as the stars are fire, and the sun doth move, I believed his love into a reality.
I sucked at the honey dripping from his words and relished his crazed touch.
From the declarations slipped under my door to the way his eyes perused my face, reflections of ardor in his eyes and mine.
Was I not his "soul's idol", his "nymph", his "beauty"?
My lord's love was a dagger, piercing my breast, spearing my heart till the hilt, drenched in the blood of his deceit
The man is mad. Player of emotions...
Destroyer of virgin thought, Fulfiller of fantasies, why do you cover up my sexuality, the womanly temptation I possess, and you crave?
Daughters of Eve, are we all wanton femme fatales, seducers of men, under the influence
Of all that is money, sex, status.
Cowardly brute, woe of my life...
And yet, my heart still beats to his name, 'Hamlet'.