Pristine Interpretations

The obstinate angel stands between her desire and its realization inhumed by impulse then by mistrust be bound to walk a faithless path and physical love in unchaste carnal be brought to unflattering sin none but the charlatan there denies the beast within All but the rampant touch to be laid upon her skin as to such pristine interpretations no lover can begin never to lead her in Her stubborn search for ecstasy reined in by the fear of penitence time she passes unrevealed under the guise of reticence never known and never spent in the secrets she concealed Better then to resist in silence with just a pinch of love and openness Yet there in the night stalks a passion with its soft and panther claws breathlessly lithe in its silken furs her accusation behind its prison a sultry wanton too afraid to answer the abandonment's of its purring arms As dark to the darkness is from which she always turns the stiff-necked angle stands between her desire and by mistrust chooses a faithless path Little daisy angel on her tip toes away from herself bright little pretty things of there's nothing else that witch inside her fevered dreams abandoned by her own angel can't resolve bury the enchantress there in the darkness there there in her animal skin and deny the beast within Bright little angel speaks childish with a daisy tongue as she tiptoes past the wings of Eros claiming to be simply innocent don't crush the flowers don't light the hidden spark this wildcat of the fantasy moves ever closer to her untamed heart but she can't surrender and so she can't control as an emptiness grows ever nearer to the yearnings of her soul Placate desirous with the mediocre ignore the spell binding to mysterious find the emptiness has more to offer in the time fixated on daily doing something else out there in the penumbra on the far side of such thoughts the shadow of the purring panther and sensuality forever stalks