Toy of love
by Leanne Rebecca Tonks
Like the wind his arms surround me.
Like the thunder his voice commands me.
I am putty in his hands,
moulded to his desires.
All I can see are shooting stars,
and I make a wish this will never end.
But as the moment slips away
his kisses melting like snow.
The light is chasing the dark.
While the birds welcome the sun,
the promises of everlasting love,
are forgotton like a faded dream.