Two thousand years is a long time
Two thousand years could seem like an eternity
That is how long he was held
The great fighter of the ancient world
Bound to a book
With no one to talk to
No one really knew he was there
No one who really ever cared
Until I opened the book on a whim
I saw his handsome face,
His radiant smile.
His sensual passion called to me.
I said his name,
Thrice playing the game.
Then he was there before me
Down to the core.
I could see all of him,
But I couldn't help wanting more.
Inspired by the novel 'Fantasy Lover' by Sherrilyn Kenyon. (Julian and Grace)