Instinct would see you in Chains
Bound by primal desire, instinct beckons me to pounce.
Instinct whispers ‘take the girl without asking’
Explorations of the mind unfold unsavoury fantasies
Best left untold least they hunt me down, frowning upon my voice.
poem by David Lacey
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