Flowing red hair
Catching light
Catching fire
Long wavy tendrils
Caressing her body
Like the desire of your hands.
You hear her-
Her voice a cage
Surrounding you
Holding you captive
As you listen to the tune in her voice
Your ankles are shackled
The hum in her throat
Your hands are bound.
She sings her song
And your soul is hers.
I’m sure I know this character. š
I love the cadence, flow, and visual in this. Wonderful.
Lovely words and form. š