Loves Battlefield

 

They Fought For her Love

 

Strike to the Heart a Deep Damaging Blow

As They fought with Swords of tempered steel

blood like raindrops were all they could feel.

 

He'd been struck by his savage apponent  

his crimson blood mixed into the rain which fell fierce

Victoriously he struck his attacker with a passionate rage

until his apponent suffering enough  flew from the stage

 

He'd fought  In Loves Own Battlefield

A Tormented Soul making an Eternal Cry of Passion

For the Woman He Yearned

 

The lady  in question was watching stirring with concern,

Her heart Full of Passion

Adrenalene Pumping through  her Veins

 

Captivated by his refined Demeanor

Her Cleavage Breathless in his Victory

He was  Pale and so Serious

 

 

Enticing and Inviting she Drew him into her Web of Ecstacy

In a Morbid Calling Bursting Forth  he Accepted in a Subdued Recklessness

 

With Touches of Raging Passion, Lustfully they continued while inhalling each others Essence

Losing controll, in Hearts that Surrendered

They needed to fall

 

Savage nights now Devour the Hours Away

as they Devour Each other

 

Before any insecurities take hold

 

Both of them Knowing Loves a Battlefield.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[V.J.C.]

Well written, i enjoyed this read. Thanks for writing this.

[Renée J. Martin]

Love Medieval ! And Pat Benatar is fantastic song to draw from ! Huzzah !

[JustLorry]

Beautiful, passionate and wonderfully structured write. This has a feel of another era about it, but still holds true of todays world. Perfectly captured.

[Wondering Mind]

in this epic I picture William Wallace, maid of Orléans, and Pat Benatar - Love is a Battlefield all together.