Stay awhile. Here, have an apple,
love; it is ripe, yours for the taking. Feel it
crunch and crumble, moist against your
tongue.
Satiate your appetite on a banquet of sins,
you need only name your desire.
I look for distraction as fools fumble in the dark,
sway to strobe lights in a crowded room,
stumble their way to satisfaction.
Shall I tempt with kisses?
Leave your lips blood red, stinging from
passion's bite.
Shall I entice, crook of finger, tilt of head?
Surrender your secrets, breathe into my ear.
Come to me. I'll make you dance,
your hair a golden halo gracing my bed.