Naughty thrilled her –
lacked inhibitions toward elicit,
tantalized by promised ‘nice’
Imagined blood red petals
strewn atop steamy suds,
champagne flutes and
intoxicating entanglements.
Fantasies never ran to
infested walls crumbling
in barren captivity –
his version of naughty
turned her blood to ice
nothing about the scenario ‘nice’.
(Tonight is the last Open Link night at the dVerse pub for 2018, hosted by Grace. I am submitted this poem, inspired by the prompts of Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt, and Twenty Four’s 50 word Thursday. Image provided by Deb Whittam of Twenty Four.)
One Woman's Quest 