by Art Moran

Created on: July 16, 2008   Last Updated: December 26, 2008

~Temptress~

Treacherous woman...
I repel Her sweet aroma,
Her silken veil.

This mystical enchantress, visits me Who's beauty entices my darkest dreams.

Ever still, I stare in awe, Unable to ignore, Fine lines shapely, Debonaire's allure

Divine angel's mercy? Or a devilish whore?

What might be right? My thoughts asunder, Desire mounts, Uncanny hunger.

Shall I be a slave?, a prisoner?, Might her love set me free to explore? Often... as does my wonder, In pause... she leaves.

I search the stars... I search the heavens... In the depths of hell, Might she be dwelling?

Oh so familiar, Oh so faint,
My fear increases, As does my heart race.

Might I deserve to be so touched, Still yet to quench this mounting lust... Forever haunted by her ambience, My senses enhanced, as I escape, Lost... in a dream of fiery candle light.

Gently flickering, In a most elegant dance I must indulge, My control is gone

Only to find...

The fantasy outweighed... Realities reward, The price we pay... To explore our lust, Beyond spoken words

Her delicate embrace
Stains... the heart of most, A power driven, When loneliness demands...

Comfort me, sooth me, Make me whole... again Awaken my dying soul... For my love, my curse, Stricken by such sinful gifts

The temptress leaves, Whereas, I remain Left to question... Will she come again?

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