Stumbled
he wound My hair around his finger
black strands glimmering in the light
and gently tugged and gently pulled
and kissed Me tender into the night
he laughed and teased and wound it still
and lulled Me sweetly beneath starlight
when weary i rose to breathe the soft air
He tugged securely, i stood still
oh the surprise of His ingenious snare
a prison built softly but firmly on love
where walls and locks were of my own hair...
i stumbled when i should have run.
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