Monday, September 3, 2012

She Who Lives Here

I am petrified...
I'm afraid to let her out
She who lives here
The uninhibited
The woman
The fire
Walks with a slow stride
Eyes seeking, feet a wander
Hands just a itching
Lips full, heavy, impatient with
Just the right whisper
Scent of come hither
To claim the next prize
For which she seeks
I am absolutely petrified...
That the ten feet thick walls
And the security protocols
And the cloaking device and the moat
Will soon fail
And will finally let she who lives here