Venomous Vixen

Venomous Vixen

 

I think of you in the early morning hours;

Enslaved by your ever enchanting powers,

Captivating this poet’s infirmed mind.

As if I am held by some force or magic spell,

Whether from the heights of heaven or depths of hell;

Your memory doth befuddle and bind.

 

Succubus sent to tempt mere mortal man;

Wicked witch that wasn’t part of my plan,

Enthralling with your sexual temptation.

Making a mockery of the life I adore;

Enticing me until I cannot take anymore,

Which to have, salvation or eternal damnation?

 

I ponder what could have been;

If we gave in to vile carnal sin,

The images in my mind begin to play.

With these lines I must confide;

I am glad that I withstood the tide,

And was able to turn away.

 

 

03/09/2018

 

Reviews

[Beccy]

Temptation is the path of life; wherever we tread it is there. To withstand the tide is often hard,particularly when we perhaps have no clue of what lays before us and what form that temptation will take.

An excellent poem.

Beccy.

[Cherrie]

This poem is excellent. You have a masterful flow of words and rhyme. As your story unfolds. You never disappoint.

[Karen Redburn]

Excellent poem! I see a man on the verge of loosing it all to the sirens song and chooses to keep himself safe. You have highlighted how sweet the song and difficult the choice. The words as smooth and the temptress' skin. Cheers!

[Einstein Noodle]

bravo for your hero sir! and how the temptations do fly in the web ...just a click away .. danger danger danger ... we can be anyone we want to be eh!?
not just turn away...but for some better run away fast never looking back ;)
E.