And I?

He cares not for me, I care not for him
This isn’t love, though I love
That he exists to serve
Making love an act
The bed a stage
And I?
The scriptwriter
The audience
The director
The star
Am exquisite

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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