Intimate Temptation
Half a year,
Half a red glass.
A shot of guts,
And a tempting glance.
A pretending touch,
and an out of the world clasp.
Dont want to unhand,
I want to hold on,
And never let go.
Second to none is yet to come,
The light on the road I was blind to see,
Yet he managed to master the scene.
Next flows the water and the spirit of lust,
Perilous, Hazardous, life - threatening risk,
Devotion of an imperceptible guilt.
I think at that moment I've lost my heart to him.
Copyright © Dayana Dikanbayeva | Year Posted 2011
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