The Temptress

The forbidden
Sweet music sang with seduction
The lull of a deep baritone


A canvas of white — of Purity

A step towards corruption
Towards hedonism

To be lured
Into this trap
Being aware
But unprepared

The yearning for pleasure
That is unlimited with time
Of being desired


Velveteen skin — soft to the alien touch
Of scents unfamiliar, as such
Heavy breathing of laboured exertion
To bask in the beauty of perfection

Strength spent
In this unexpected bend

Unplanned, yet deviously sensual
An addiction of the flesh


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