Vanity and The Trap


Imagination,  unreachable dream, my desire
Come to rescue from the heat of fire

Serve the humbled servant caviar
Drinking from brass elegant samovars

Tasting only the royals finest
Then, knowing as a highness

Turning blue, the blood that’s red
How gladly, leaving this dread

Three thousand threads woven
Softness, then the seduction

Costing merely, only a soul
Wearing, the black lacy camisole

Laying down innocent purity
Sadly, taken rather brusquely

Vanity and ego opened the door
There, lay the vulnerable on the floor.

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@copyright 2013 Bonnie Jennings

Thanking all lovely thoughts today

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