I fear the way you love me:
That tender-touching kiss
Seducing me to nightly
Sink deep in your abyss.

Those smooth caresses take me
To places that I dread,
Your cunning fingers rouse me
To plan such lies ahead.

So while we writhe and tumble
In lust's hypnotic hold,
I fear that final stumble
That sees the truth unfold.

02/27/2010

Posted on 02/27/2010
Copyright © 2024 Marcus Lane