Stories & Poems

Now you have disturbed me from my hibernation and I dry my wings in the warmth of your sun.

Anxious when I am away from you longing for the safety and comfort of your presence.

Emotionally trapped in your lair of intrigue. Never to escape.

There to entertain and worship you as you see fit.

Knowing the torment inside will not end.

To please you ahead of any other soul.

Yet you will tease and toy with your prey for your own amusement.