A Night with a Temptress

A Night with a Temptress

A Poem by Joseph Cooper

Staring into her eyes, each a dark abyss

Reeling from the fire of her blood red lips

Pain as her claws entwined my hands

And fear as I knew I was here again

 

The woman caught me late last night

As I made ready for an early flight

She asked me to come up to her room

With a perfect view of the white moon

 

I walked as she led the way

Flames and smoke with every sway

I could sense the walls react to her touch

I knew she had been here before

And I had as well

 

She opened the door with lithe fingers

Upon her hair I let my eyes linger

Black as the deepest night

When it has been snuffed of all light

 

She pushed me down to the bed

And placed a hand upon my head

I fell back and my world went dim

Her aphrodisiac turning my sense to whim

 

She stood above me bathed in moonlight

Her skin so smooth, clean and white

She leaned over me and stared into my eyes

Eyes so beautiful mortal man cannot help but cry

 

Her eyes were dark black transitioning to brown

She was my soulmate, lost and now found

Those eyes deep as the darkest abyss

Her heart so cunning, she never could miss

 

I knew that this should have been the end

An end to lifes curious turns and bends

But her eyes they held me there

And my hands fell to her hair

 

I grabbed her face and held it near

Wished to make it perfectly clear

That I was not here for just one night

Nor for just a single sight

 

My love she is so silky smooth

A voice designed to soothe

Eyes designed to lure

For me there is no cure

 

So I lay with the woman in her bed

Night after night resting near her head

Trapped in her eyes for all time

A prisoner of a Passionate Crime

Trapped here for all of time

But happier than I was before.

© 2014 Joseph Cooper


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She pushed me down to the bed
And placed a hand upon my head
I fell back and my world went dim
Her aphrodisiac turning my sense to whim

Poems like this always make me chuckle a bit. I enjoy the notion that woman have this much power over men. It's deliciously ironic since men are generally stronger in many senses of the word. You did a great job.

So I lay with the woman in her bed
Night after night resting near her head
Trapped in her eyes for all time
A prisoner of a Passionate Crime
Trapped here for all of time
But happier than I was before.

I guess as long as the man is happy, things are O.K in the end. :)

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Tags: Temptress, seduction, devil, demon, darkness, love, happiness

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