tagErotic PoetryThe Lady from Sibiu: Sonnet #3

The Lady from Sibiu: Sonnet #3


Neigh, not a word spoken this early morn
As Kristal nervously touches fine white lace
Navel concealed, she ponders, her heart, torn
Between the labile smile and painted face

Her battle, born of lonely love and desire,
Quenched 'neath the horde of unseen eyes, hungry
Resolve weakened by false promises afire
Where shadow souls with pledge purses, not honey

To buy distant pleasure purchased and paid
By chits that transcend the chitty-chat, of men
Lost in the winter voids, frozen stone, not made
Warmed only by the spirits desire to begin

Living, not licking, without wonton wails
Where the Lady holds her child's hand, never fails

Note: This is the third sonnet written about Lady Kristal.

Report Story

bysophist801© 2 comments/ 1742 views/ 0 favorites

Share the love

Report a Bug

1 Pages:1

Please Rate This Submission:

Please Rate This Submission:

  • 1
  • 2
  • 3
  • 4
  • 5
Please wait
by Anonymous

If the above comment contains any ads, links, or breaks Literotica rules, please report it.

There are no recent comments (2 older comments) - Click here to add a comment to this poem or Show more comments or Read All User Comments (2)

Add a

Post a public comment on this submission (click here to send private anonymous feedback to the author instead).

Post comment as (click to select):

Refresh ImageYou may also listen to a recording of the characters.

Preview comment

Forgot your password?

Please wait

Change picture

Your current user avatar, all sizes:

Default size User Picture  Medium size User Picture  Small size User Picture  Tiny size User Picture

You have a new user avatar waiting for moderation.

Select new user avatar: