Beauty, this temptress

Beauty is such a temptress

Wherever I go

She flirts with me

All light, colour, texture, space

And her call

Such sweet music to my ears

Which song will she use today to bid me be still?

Bubbling stream, song of the bird, buzz of the bee, whispering leaves, a crack in the wall, the stranger’s eyes?

And she has no respect for my time schedule; none at all

I gave myself to her

And she now knows she has the power to make me pause, look, listen, smell, touch –

Whenever she pleases

I can’t seem to help myself

I dance to her tune

Willingly accept my slave status

For what other mistress offers such sweet rewards?

Shellie Parke

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