She stood before me – <br />Blackness in the mind, <br />And whim, and soul. <br /> <br />Disconcerting lay the beauty <br />In her breast, <br />Partnered with grotesque and <br />Furtive meaning in her stare; <br /> <br />And in the cool of subtle light, <br />A hideous glamour in her slight <br />And satin countenance; <br />So was I in love or fear? <br /> <br />Did I really want to grip her arm <br />(Snaking in a coat of creamy skin) ? – <br />Spear a lustful tongue between her raging lips? <br /> <br />I felt the underpinning pout of sensuality. <br /> <br />Why the hesitation? – <br />Why to stop and ponder, stall? <br />Was it thought of ruin or self-destruction? <br />How my shaking body said it all! <br /> <br />Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011<br /><br />Mark R Slaughter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/corruption-31/
