The Craving

She seemed uneasy as I walked in the parlour as if there was somewhere to go
I asked “My dear lady, is there something you’re craving?”
With batting eyes she answered “No.”
I flipped on a record, and said I could bet her what it be that dwells deep in her mind
but I lost and I lost, and though questions I tossed I grew colder the more that I pined.

“A tea with some honey, a dribble of liquor, to soothe your most wondrous palette?
What be it, dear darling, a smoke or a gosling? A bottle of eau de toilette?”

She yawned with disinterest and beckoned me hither with lips that exhaled a storm
which rained on me warm with a sin of seduction that sermon on Sunday might warn.
She said “I want not of contrivance nor object, I want to be doused with a gift…
Void of the drab implications of money, my mind and my soul set adrift.”

Her insinuations did not fly unnoticed as my hands fell embraced on her face
And sordidly thought of what morally not I should do as she left of her lace.

I graced her with touch, and I touched her with grace, her once walking heartbeat now sped
Her mind out of focus, as my body’s opus played ballads of lust in her head.

The gift giving finished, the plateaus diminished, I smirked “Are you now satisfied?”
“Only once you have too heard that song, will I be.”
So I had to oblige.

The Craving

sauceyboy

Joined March 2008

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Seduction, baby

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