Nicola

The lights are dimmed;

Our glasses are now empty

A subtly giggle conceals the discomfort

Of an unspoken Modus Vivendi.

I’ve waited for this, wanted this,

Counted every second to the moment of this

But now, unexpectedly, there is uncertainty after the debating of this

Yet, a forbidden fruit lies within my chamber

Am tempted by her seduction

Tempted by the danger

Captivating eyes of a distant yet vivid memory

Of a person I once knew

Of a person who once knew me

How did we get here? Is this the power of confession?

Her words in motion

Her body as her expression

The perfect offering through obvious nonchalance

Repeatedly beckoning, insisting on my response

Yet should I give in?

Let this craving win?

Willingly wound myself by her tenderness

To know the pain of our togetherness

Or be subjected to loves distance

Than to tarnish our history in an instant

Yet as Picasso looks upon his canvas

Astonished by its beauty – Paint I surely must

Torn between my urges as I am intoxicated by her spell –

Intoxicated by lust

Whispers of pleasure so fluently spoken within my ear

Her soft kisses against my neck,

Finger prints against my chest

Hands upon her thighs,

Cornered at the edge of desire

But nothing exists now, not our past,

Not our future only the present

As our eyes are locked with desire

No longer a friend only a stranger.