she’s feeling unmoored
undone
not knowing if she’s awake
or caught in the web she’d spun
seeking solace in her thoughts,
she pensively weaves
threads of happiness and laughter
and sweet deceit
until he comes,
unsuspecting
caught in the lies she tells,
unrelenting
in her need for submission
to his desires
until he rules her heart
and quenches her fires
Morrighan's Muse 
Wow.
Nailed it.
From one simple word.
I haven’t read something like this from you in a long time, it seems. Welcome back! Now come help me back to my feet….
Sometimes those moments come and go, and I have to catch them before they disappear into the ether. I’m slowly getting back into it, though 🙂
It roared out…
It sure did 🙂 Now we need to go out there and do some of our own roaring!