Dripping mane…
Mischievous smile lighting those bee stung lips…
Careless beauty…did someone say?
More of a vivacious flame that dances wickedly
Teasing the senses…
Tempting the dormant feelings.
A storm caught in a glass jar
Captured & imprisoned…
Nailed to the wall
And trapped in his love…
Some neatly stacked on shelves in his glass palace,some nailed to the wall.
Stand all the fair maids he once loved,or so he claimed….
Not one,not two…
Not a specific wild flame in particular…
We are talking of an exotic harem here…
Preserved and embalmed.
Room that echoes with stifled cries..
Of love that was promised & never kept.
And he goes about his job with sincerity…
Trapping the impossible….
The bevy of wild manes,caught by his expert hands…
Entangled in his web of love….
And there it stands…
One more new jar to the already pretty collection….
For a taste of eternity from his luscious lips…
They trade their wings for the glass jar
