Marionette

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Puppet strings

Bounded by the wrist

Made to entertain

Made to obey his every command

Dressed up

With smeared make up

Plastered across her porcelain smile

In her master’s theater.

Her first time,

Inhibition was the obstacle

The indescribable force stopping her from being… his

Now, the reluctance is no more

Confusing lust – his ardent uncontrollable sexual appetite – for,

“The love he never gave”.

His every touch is infectious

Eating away at her innocence

With slithering words

Reminding her, she belonged to him.

His desires spill from her cracked exterior

Like blood from an open wound

As a broken lullaby strains in the background

She dances at his will

Touching herself

Resonating under the cool of night.

He breathes her in like air

Resisting the urge to blink

As she grips the ropes above her head

Flurrying in slow motion

Dangling her naked beauty

Twirling to his satisfaction.

Behold, the perfection in her imperfections.

Mind games within the flick of a finger

Twisting away at his dancing prey

Playing softly until he’s done

Then she is propped at the mantle

To be used at his convenience again.

Olsfred James 2016©