His eyes beckon with the call of forbidden pleasures
White heat burning within their depths
Oh sweet abandonment of the senses
Stolen moments whisper secret desires
A glimmer of hope, a taunting glance
Burning the petals of this wall-flower so pale
Such sinful delights for such a simple soul as she
Awakening to a rapturous flood of smoldering embers
Fire burns her blood, her face flushed with the fever
Oh ripeness of tender flesh!
Standing in the doorway, peering through the glass wall
Her eyes close for only a moment, ah alas, what fantasy is this?
Desperate with longing, overwhelmed with shame
Engulfed in sadness of this aching, biting need
and wilts the petals of this wall-flower so pale.
© copyright 2012-09-03 All Rights Reserved