The Sanctuary of Love

Violence sniffs for my scent and paces forward with footsteps well intentioned on havoc. Danger lurks at the corners and terror is vast over my skies. I’m an item for the claws of a shredder, mourning as hope stays distant and far-fetched.

A formidable throng wishes to express their unbridled cruelty and I’m an object to be decimated by their callous fury. The estate of delight institutes no participatory roles and gleeful pleasures evade my longings flying on broad wingspans.

I’ve asked for a sumptuous feast and the cordial rapport of femininity. But my pleas dissipate and are so transient to be heard. I’m an avid lover of peace and tranquillity but I’m enmeshed in the harrowing schemes of despair as a feeble soul too crippled to live.

Affection is a mercurial, trustless quality and a trophy the gods of erotism have sworn I don’t deserve. I’m pencilled on the slate of doom and will stay a stranger to the kisses of damsels. The oracles have whittled down my hopes and I dare not yell or grumble.

I’m a mockery to the majesty of stately stars and the empire of my dreams will drift off on fleeting expectations. My lot is a volatile asset and a menacing affliction, and surely without equivocating, I’ve incurred the sore wrath of karma.

This tottering heart indicates my untold misery and the pattern my dignity will drop to the floor. However, I welcomed a piercing, invading light dispersing the congregation of dark figures.

My darling, you’re a wonder to disband a savage, barbaric squad. You quell my fierce hunger bringing me to the store of your rhapsodic kisses. Those capable hands bandaged my purulent wounds, dabbing a healing elixir on my debilitating ulcers.

Your intentions invited the freedom of Paradise and you ripped shackles that confined my feet to dark, slimy dungeons. Now I’m open to a cascade of feminine splendour, nestling where affection aligns with the bliss of epic, picturesque settings.

The ecstasy in my heart has quadrupled now I know the fondness of a woman, and I’m retained in spaces that mirror the exhilarating thrill in Heaven. I’m inundated with kisses from an extensive catalogue and soar heights in pure, captivating rapture.

My soul is secure in a fortress and the blot on my identity is given a clean erasure. Romance is no longer an elusive commodity but a reality kept with my present circumstances. I’m no more an embattled nomad but I reign in the sanctuary of love.

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