The Heart of Seduction
Scent of roses and carnations, ooze
from her short flower dress;together with the smell of her body,
he finds her so irresistible. Her hair, blowing in the wind;
inviting eyes; a body shaped like an hour-glass; her voice....
all make him feel like unbuttoning her dress, and revealing
her bareness, like a flower bud opening up into a rose.
As she sits in his car, she slowly spreads her legs and licks her lips; only the thighs
are visible to his sight. He is put to the test; he eagerly wants to make
love to her, but possible it's not. She's his sister-in-law, and his conscience
struggles to restrain him from even looking directly into her eyes.
He feels like ice protecting its iciness, outside in the Sun; his body sweats,
fingers tremble, and knees weak. As a woman she sees the signs; she knows
it all too well.
He has reached the heart of seduction. Difficult to be faithful to his wife now....
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
