"The Temple of Legitimate Rape"

He'll never taste the wine that he's missing. I'm more than a craving, more than a kiss.

"The Temple of Legitimate Rape"

He enters my temple to worship my warmth.
He stays for one night, leaves at the dawning.

He leaves without looking. He'll never know:
the rubies I hoard, the sparks hid within,

the secrets I share ...only with lovers,
those seeking to meld deep with my soul.

My spirit remains untouched by his hands
My soul's inner essence ...immaculate still.

He'll never taste the wine that he's missing.
I'm more than a craving, more than a kiss.

© Kåre Enga [169.78] 2012-08-21

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Original in "Writings: Closed"