Hesitant to speak, she holds her tongue <br />Shifting her wait to her back leg <br />Her thigh muscles tense, her back arches <br />Shoulders widen, and even more so <br />Her amber brown eyes ream open, fastened before her <br />She gazes upon a golden man <br />Reddened in roman paint <br />'What a beautiful man' she tells herself <br />'What a man' Aloud <br />She eludes her timidness, and approaches him <br />This man - this gladiator, reluctant of his cause here <br />Has not made a sound yet <br />She reaches him, lays her hand upon his chest <br />'How will you have me? ' She asks <br />Glaring within those clear amber eyes <br />A rigid look upon his face, he replies with unsparing timbre <br />'I will not have you' <br />She was truly beautiful, and he did not aim to offend <br />'Why. do you refuse me, am I not pleasing? ' <br />'I have no desire to lay with a woman who has been commanded to do so' <br />The slave woman steps back, slamming the iron gates behind her <br />'Fine, I will leave then'<br /><br />Christian Hudak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vetoed/
