Temptation

Sweet, raspberry swirl;
my tongue dances the song of desire
across her pink wet love treasure.
To taste her, it is my pleasure.

The clock is not
very generous;
every second
becomes scandalous.

I take her second hand
and guide it to my hip...
I again sail the ship
of restricted temptation
but if I fall overboard
will I descend upon
the sharks of reality?

Hungry for that of my
lust-infected blood
and to drag me back
to their cruel world.

The forbidden fruit upon my mouth
does not shake a no, nor a yes;
But who are we to question,
the facts of infatuation?