Insidious Lover

you, my insidious temptation

the lover that taunts me

seduces me to acquiescence

my haunting addiction

you, wrap around my senses

absolute cunning & Machiavellian grace

annulled my comprehension

drained my rational mind

took me on your flight of fancy

careless beast of burden

you burn so smoothly, pounce so quickly

knocked my perception off kilter

still, i take you in slowly              methodically

till every inch of you inside me bursts into flames

                                             takes my breath away

 fire lingers  flagrantly brazen

warning my head, warming my loins

I tremble in the delectation of your touch

sigh deeply,              as I plead for surrender

you flip me over again in a rush

my head dizzy from the pleasure

two dirty vodka martinis are more than

                      I can handle as I fade into you

Author's Note

Reviews

[Jack...]

Soft music, flickering candles, moon light reflecting in your eyes, satin skin, jasmine fragrance as soft shears dance with the breeze of the evening, a warm bed, hot passion, chocolate martinis, sweet lips tantalizing, temptations engulfs as the night is young... Just got carried away with the poem and the music. Amazing my sweet friend.

[Frieda P]

Holy Jack! I like where you took this, now I need a cigarette..............and a cool shower.

[Tom]

Forgive my prejudice but Frieda fell fastidious,
for a lover insidious, most invidious
and though her poetry is delicious,
her choice in men, I find rather injudicious !

[Frieda P]

Ha what a great review, grazie mille Tom! *Smiling* here..................

[Tom]

' grazie mille ? is that a good Frieda ??

[Frieda P]

It's Italiano, means thanks very much or actually the translation is thanks thousands!

[Tom]

sei il benvenuto !

[Frieda P]

Ahhh so you did know....................!

[Tom]

google I'm afraid Frieda ! I'm not as hot as you !!

[Frieda P]

Io non parlo o la lingua, solamente un dialetto...grazie di nuovo ;-)

[Tom]

And the same to you hot lady poet! ( just hope what you said was nice) ????

[Frieda P]

Haha google on the fritz? But, of course, I only said 'I don't speak the language either, only a dialect'...and it hardly resembles proper Italiano.

[Tom]

More than I know, that's for sure Frieda !!

[Angel]

It's those vodka martinis...they'll get you every time!
Why am I suddenly craving chocolate????????

[Frieda P]

Hmmm I don't know Angel, something you want to tell me perhaps? ;-) Blame it on Jamie....thanks muchly!

[Just Jayren]

The language is really potent here, it packs a punch! Your reference to Machiavelli really ads to the thought process here, which elevates the readers interest... Good job

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for pausing on my page and this great review Jayren, muchly appreciated.

[icelandicblue]

Very sensual and I love those last lines. How real is real? You must beware of anything Machiavellian... You always write with grace and beauty.

[Frieda P]

You've made my day twice already, and it's only morning, thanks Anne.

[Jamie Cook]

*puts face into a bucket of cool water* Ahem..
(///) Wow that was steamy. How can chocolate compete with that? XD Well done Miss Frieda! So beautifully written with your words the adventures with a lustful lover. Wicked job! :D =w=

[Frieda P]

Haha Jamie, you crack me up....I think there was chocolate involved too! ;-) Thanks muchly....

[Jamie Cook]

De nada. And psssssh chocolate was just sitting on the counter top as a snack for when they were done!

[Frieda P]

Hey whatever gets you through the night...psssh yourself lol ;-)

[Jamie Cook]

haha true. XD Oh chocolate, till death to we part...fudge that I'm taking you to Heaven with me. And haha XD!