That Look...my test
By Tony DeLorger © 2103
Tantalizing that look,
that glance of salacious intent,
humming through my flesh,
reverberating within me,
crying to be acted upon,
Yet, what lies beneath,
what fanciful plot awaits,
beyond that moment
of ecstasy promised,
beyond that release of need,
and the stillness of gratification.
What steely cold impasse,
awaits my inclusion,
when truth claws its way to the surface,
and the aftermath,
that warm glow subsides,
and facts dictate reality.
Behind those glistening eyes,
those warm inviting bottomless pools,
is an animal lust,
without any consideration of love,
just the welling of desire, to be fulfilled.
How drawn I am to this test,
this physical enticement,
dragging every cell into the rushing of blood,
and the heightening of senses,
scattered images of flesh
and pleasures profound.
But what can I do when this spell fades,
and the cold remnants of a will remain,
ready to cast aside what's done,
of no significance,
a flicker of light now extinguished,
and memories discarded, used up.
What good it that?
Seduction can have many outcomes, short-term perhaps harmless, long-term is another matter. Be careful what you wish for.