Desire

Red lips, curvaceous hips a sway in her walk tips the scales and leaves me wondering how I ended up here. A chance meeting, a persuasive greeting, entices me to give in, to live in the moment and enjoy the ride presented by this illusive female form, challenging the norm of my everyday existence. I wonder about giving into this peculiar blunder which erodes my being and leaves me seeing only the desires of my flesh. Leaving me a mess of what once was, introducing me to strife I never could fathom, Turning me into a mere phantom of myself. I question my decision while she makes an incision into my soul and gives me the illusion of ecstasy, while sitting next to me whispering lies with her beautiful eyes, hypnotizing my loins and taking me some place I don’t want to go. Angel of light, using all of my might to release the grip of this desire, this temptation and regret Wishing I never met this being, because now I’m seeing the blood on the floor, the knife in her hand and the stab in my heart . My life flashes before me and implores me to stay alive to grab for the last vestige of existence I so desperately need, so, anxiously I feed upon the last seconds of life giving me a hope I see in the distance but never fully recovering from this instant, in time. And now, I scratch at this coffin, hoping someone will hear me, So I can warn them of her charms, and those deceptive arms. Desires so maliciously tempting and sweet, Death is now the bedmate I must unfortunately meet!