Bound

Black feathers carress my skin,
a longing touch suppressed by sin.
Awaiting his passion almost nightly,
to kiss tenderly and hold on to tightly.
Forbidden words that bring forth pain
slipped off his tongue yet still remain.
He fell from grace with no regret,
on the fated day which we had met.
Beyond the walls of my Prince's past,
lies the hell-bound heart that's free at last.