Her Striking Beauty

Her beauty has captured the souls of one and all.

Upon the moment of the initial assignation, they are forever changed.

The first touch and they cannot escape her powerful spell.

Never will I forget that first innocent glance. That primary yet fleeting embrace.

Her brown spiraled locks tumble gracefully upon her shoulders.

Her voice as soft as a silk handkerchief dropped to a newly waxed hardwood floor

Deep green eyes drink me in, but like the deceitful sea they will soon lead me to my demise.

She is quite skilled at using her beauty for her uninterrupted power.

-Johnny V.

Aspiration

The angels smile wanly at how gently I'm led astray.

The joy she improves from my pain is matched only by the pleasure I collect from her counterfeit love.

I plead for release but it's not granted.

She keeps me close, knowing that my loyalty may be sustained solely by her false promise.

She discerns that her every wish her unquenchable desire will be fully admitted.

She need only entice me with fanciful hope.

Hope not for what is given but for what is denied.

She will conceed me any longing, every compulsion, save one.

Never will she avow that single and perfect aspiration to touch her softness, to hold just for a moment her tenderness.

-Johnny V.