I slip because of her,
The sight of her breathes life
Into smouldering embers,
I cannot return to the hellish home;
I have found in her,
Yet I am enraptured
By her tonguing kisses, those finger lingering traces.
I am slipping again,
The mere scent of her weaves sweet surrender of my weakened will,
My tongue says no yet my traitorous lips whisper yes,
Rationale, now a blubbering idiot.
I am undone with one careless glance,
Roving eyes that speak so great a volume that voice dare not,
I gasp for the life that is slowly sapped from me,
By this seductress of my dreams,
I slip and fall a long way down,
Because of her.
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