Saturday, May 16, 2009
Take my hand.
Let me lure you down
the path of sin
where you have been--
and
--try to avoid thinking,
pondering, wishing, yearning for dusk
to throw stone
colored shadows
over your
footprints, your
tire tracks, your
headlights.
Come to me here
in my cave forbidden
full of wonder hidden
beneath thick, lush
vines that have not been parted
since God knows when.
Taste the sweet water
from the sacred fount that flows within.
Feel the walls smooth as silk
under the fingertips.
Breathe the perfume
of strawberry blossoms,
of the red-pink fruit flesh,
ripe to touch
to taste
to savor.
Take your time.
Relish the virtuous fruits
of temptation
for I may never
offer them again.
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wow...
ReplyDeletegreat euphemism for one sensitive topic...
lovely...loveeettt!!!
Thanks, b.a. (those are my initials, too, but don't tell anyone). I did visit your site earlier but forgot to leave a comment. When you write, I can feel the words.
ReplyDeleteOh, I get the 'euphemism now, lol. thx! maybe i should fix the metafour? ;-)
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