Temptation
Just her beauty seems to make her flawless,
Leaves my imagination just as lawless,
Is it blasphemy that I'm still staring,
While I'm gasping from what she is wearing...
Flowing silk cloth drapes her torso,
Like running milk off of every morstle,
With just a touch of some exotic creme,
That's so hypnotic when I'm in its stream..
She keeps coercing me to take a sip,
So I can be the first upon her lips,
To breathe in secrets kept as such,
Deceiving men that come too close to touch...
I'm captivated as I'm getting closer,
And so sedated that I lose composure,
As I fall upon my knees to stand,
Reaching out so I can kiss her hand..
But at that moment I become so weak,
So she moans as I begin to seek,
What is tempting deep within my core,
That feels so bad but leaves me wanting
more...
Copyright © Terry Ledwell | Year Posted 2011
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