I crave for a little mystery, <br />For your deepest wishes, <br />For your deep self, <br />Enchanting the man inside to come to light, <br /> <br />A slow start, yet passionate, <br />The senses are satisfied every second, <br />But each time they want more! <br /> <br />Your wonderful display of affection, <br />Brings out another hidden face of yours, <br />That I have only seen in glimpses, <br /> <br />Now it’s here, easy to grasp, <br />And it seems to understand, <br />My every little gesture! <br /> <br />And you, <br />Enrapt by the eternal silent enigma of the woman, <br />You go forward, to unravel, to conquer, <br /> <br />But you’ve already surrendered <br />To a much easier task, <br />To such a shallow idea… <br /> <br />Oh, I swear, for a moment there… <br />I thought you’ll find it, <br />What no one before you did… <br /> <br />Hm, you’re like the rest.<br /><br />Elya Thorn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desillusion/
