A moment's hesitation
The merest whisper of a sigh
A hazy luminous indulgence
With no chance to wonder why.
A soft caress upon your shoulder,
Moonlight on your face,
Shadows hide you in their dark grasp,
As you heart begins to race.
A voice that beckons you with pleasure,
Promising you the world, but then…
Comes the daylight strong and strident,
And you're on your own again.
Poetry Text Copyright © 1998-2000 Tess Templer
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