I shouldn't but I do
Have command of my lovers hands,
Though I don't need their tanned advances
Or their delightfully soft demands.
Flecked with yellow and cinnamon
His lovely warm brown eyes,
Are the charming and most disarming
Keys to my demise.
For I drown in their soft beauty
Regardless of where he reposes ,
So he plies me with Belgian chocolates
Wrapped up in the reddest of roses.
Trapped here within this blackest of sin
That surrounds me when he is gone,
I know,
It's wrong,
His gold ring tells me so,
But when he begs, 'Be my other woman'
Then my lips just won't whisper 'no'.
Comments (9)
BEG, STEAL, BORROW, TAKE...
It has it all in... These Sinful Lips
I enjoyed your amazing poem
Thank you for sharing as always a joy to read
Martina xxx
Hope life is good Stateside.
Regards
Bill
you got me inspired
thank you
i am off to compose tis bit
and yes there are times when feelings crowd out all reason
beautiful mermaid
ty too for your artwork... it's truly lovely.
it's good to see you again!
What a special poem. I'm happy to see you again. Once again your words are such a gift. Take care friend!