She's sin at its best
my willpower never rests
puts my integrity to the test
while poised to exploit the flesh
of a naive suitor.. turned student
of her clinical.. turned amoral interest
in a potential 'soul' by the pound 'mate'
who will heartily indulge
never to divulge
the nature of her vulnerability
yet recognizing her ability to meld
the old with the new style
her style.. my style.. any style
savoring secrets of a sheer black teddy
held only by two snaps and the gentle
brush of a hand on the cross my heart
never to deceive straps that unrap
her au naturel.. seasoned with perspiration
mixed with Escape.. not from, but to.. her
Shulumite beauty, tempered with heavenly
sinful lust
to have and to hold
of which I must
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