Margaret:"Do you tease me because it amuses you?"
Charles:"Why else?"
Margaret:"Because you love me!"
What should I call this royal siren clenching my heart?
The veil that has been shed upon my desire.
Reaching for something that I cannot touch
Walking on forbidden grounds painted ginger like her hair.
Denying…Denying what is meant to be called love.
What should I call this temptation conquering my every sense?
Drawn to the silk of her skin, I’m stalking her through shadows.
Been walking this path for years without getting caught in the trap
What had befallen me on this sinister eve, what rules I’m crossing?
Denying….Denying what stirs in the cold dungeons of my heart.
What should I call her apart from English rose, bonny and thorned.
For I am driven mad by illusions of wilderness and naked bodies
She is standing on the corridor waving for me to approach
And I turn into a wraith, chasing her until I am deep within her.
Denying… Denying that I am more human than I ever thought.
What should I call this hand , gentle yet violent rippling my insides
Once creating thunderous storms , then clinging to blinding sunshine
And in my mind we are rolling down the green hills
My body forceful over her frail entity, muting her with kisses.
Denying…. Denying that I am surrendering to a woman’s charm.
What should I call this surrender shameful even in times of war?
The strength I thought I was possessing is no longer mine but hers.
She moves, no she glides, in angel made gowns and I am Hell incarnate
Yearning to possess her, to ensure that she will be noone else’s, only mine.
Denying…Denying that I was captured with chains unseen.
Alas, can I deny it?
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