Lucy, there is nothing you need
to know about me. Keep dreaming
your British Empire dreams.
Keep believing you are safe,
even as I stand here, watching
Your dreams will soon turn
to nightmares, if I stay too long
before our caress. It will not hurt.
If only you knew how delicious
you are, the iron bite of your blood
softened by the sweetness
of your soul.
There is one thing
you will know. You are mine forever.
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This poem was written in response to the "Need to Know" prompt at We Write Poems.
I have been completely unsuccessful at posting a link to my poem over at We Write Poems. It's always worked before. I must be doing something wrong, but for the life of me, I can't figure out what it is. My browser did crash while I was on the site, and my laptop shut down and restarted, so I figured that fixed the problem. Maybe it didn't. I hope people will find my poem.