Sonnet
• Belles Lettres
By william the submissive poet
The night rose breathes out dark subtle perfume,
sophisticated, fine and decadent.
She may wear it when She visits your room
to tease, deny and leave you in torment.
O how you must agonize as you wait
to hear Her footsteps, Her knock on your door.
You no longer even think of escape,
you want to surrender even more.
She is wise in the ways of entrancement.
She knows the value of the gift you offer.
She has trained you to recognize Her scent
and to submit to Her spells and laughter.
You have given to Her your very soul
and it is now Hers, beyond your control.
Written for Lady Julia
