Temptation



Do you try to tempt me?
Sly attempts at softer lips.
Closed-eyes corruption
Is the function of fingertips.
The silence of skin
Sings volumes in sin,
And melts the mettle of my mind
Into pliable forms.

Do you slowly sink me?
So succinctly touching places;
Teaching seasoned lovers’ secrets;
Surpassing blazing embraces.
To feed your appetite
Break my will tonight,
And push the pain of pleasure
Beyond my bold defenses.

Do you dare to please me?
Appeasing a silent fantasy.
My glazed eyes burning bright tonight.
Is that what you want to see?
Beware of the fire
As you take me higher,
And dine on the ecstasy
You have sparked inside me.



Don L. Waddell, 1997