Siren Call

05 Dec 1999
Gene

Creep up upon my rational thought
and slaughter the reason that keeps me
from surrendering to your charms.
Hand upon my shoulder
lips to my throat
fingers caressing my arms
so that I tremble in my denial
and wish you unfettered by a wife.
You know all the sweet words
whispered in the night
to entice and woo a lonely child
wounded by her life,
and this wounded girl struggles not to listen.
You whisper of yearnings
of feelings unfelt since youth
of desires run rampant
of longing to taste the joys of my body
as you capture my lips again
in a kiss that steals my breath
	as it steals my will to leave.
Tremble my body
responding to the drum throbbing
taut body sobbing its need
and answering the siren call
of your kisses.


© 1999, Tara Tambolleo