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

All alone

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

Delightfully enchanting

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)