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Subject: The Lure

Author:
andy

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Date Posted: 22:12:51 01/14/08 Mon

The Lure

"Who am I?" she asks
I smile and remind her
how my presence
births her smile

I know how a woman feels
to touch, to taste, to love
but, I have no way of knowing
how she interprets what she feels

I know of the beauty in her eyes
the way her hips shift
walking through the mall
keeping me quite occupied

enough to hold me captive
the laugh, the smile, the ocean eyes
and the lure of her soft mounds
dancing behind a silk shirt

We need not sell our souls for love
love comes freely and leaves on its own time
in the desert of my greatest lonliness
I knew she still loved me
by the wanton tone
of her last good-bye

I could never give her all she needs
beyond the temptation
is the reality lust leads
us to ignore

All I see now are the sillouettes of beauty
the enchanting lure of fires that burn in the heart
but, the lust that calls me to another
has no cure, when the devil knocks upon my door

Sweet breath of life, oh to watch you sleep
to see you sigh beneath a sexy dream
the slide of your thigh appearing
outside the edge of silk sheets
I travelled ten hours last year
just for one taste
of your sweet nectar

In the high heavens we ride waves
until the passion brings the pennance
the gift is the reward, it only lasts
until the lure subsides, but LOVE
well it wears another name
hidden in the background
waiting to stake its claim

ajs

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