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He is a mystery

an enigma yet discovered

he is a calmness

his silence not recovered

He is solid and yet moves me

his eyes piercing through me

he is power under covers

What makes him still stand alone?

a tower proudly rooted

and why won't he waiver?

when I touched him he refuted

he has power running through his hands

he speaks softly when he gives commands

a Master, a lover, and undisputed

How can a rock be tender?

how can a flame be cold?

why am I at his will to reign

and do what I am told?

He is an island all alone

he is unclaimed and left unknown

his nature predisposed

He preceeds my every thought 

my fantasies now revealed

a cobolt flame, an ember touch

burning through what once was sealed

but his lips will never graze me

and his heart will never save me

I am only left to kneel

Elizabeth Taylor

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