I fought it.
I resisted.
Afraid to let it go.
She pursued.
She persisted.
She knew she'd have my soul.
Carnal lust.
Breathtaking mind.
A moth circles the light.
Mortal fear.
My soul held dear.
Not without a fight.
Lines were drawn.
The games were played.
It was over at the start.
Her words like
Sharp kitten claws
Snagged my beating heart.
Foolish need.
Addiction grew.
As cat and beast we played.
Resistance died.
She claimed her prize.
My soul her accolade.
I have learned
There's more to fear
Than the taking of my soul.
Now I know
My greatest fear.
She may have...let it go.