Griet
She posed
Day after day
For something she knew
Would cost her her job.
She licked her lips,
Once because he ordered her to,
Again for courage,
Again because she wanted to feel his gaze upon her,
But never quite spoke her protest.
A gasp tore from her throat
As he pierced her ear
But even then she
Refused to speak,
Only gazing at him
Day after day
In response.
Was it
Love?