Soft fingers on my back

I shudder and sigh while

Mine float along your spine

So determined to hide the need

I feel.

It is, I know, your test

To see if I can hold out

Against the tide of men

The awesome singular lust that steers

All too many ships

Against the shallow shoals

Yet you persist:

To see, I think,

Whether a man so

Provoked can

Withstand assault

By beauty and its guile

You hold out

The prize so tantalizingly;

Your fingernails raking my skin;

Your smile pure evil as

You caress electricity itself.

Both knowing what you know:

I must be Good

If I am ever to be Allowed.

10/21/2003

Posted on 10/21/2003
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