A Word, A Story: An Oil Lamp, Part 2

Wrapped

In an old oily

Cloth,

Cocooned in my hand

A wish.

Blood rushing,

Anticipation

At a zenith

And a heart

Drumming,

Gently

The wrapping

Came off.

And naked

Was a beauty

To behold,

An oil lamp.

What prehistoric

Thing

Will pop out?

What am I

To desire;

A beast at my knees,

A queen in

Full glory?

Rub, I did…           to be continued

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