Your beauty haunts me and welcomes me like an angelic apparition
Elegant lips…I gently trace with thirsty lips
Adoring eyes follow every sensuous curve slowly
She has a certain way of making her presence known to me
I cling to a smile and endure all the carnal pleasures you had bestowed upon me
A smile which is led by a hand clutching a single wilted rose
Your words have stung this old heart on many occasion
Only a fool would try to counter this pain with tender persuasion
A day with you is akin to a mid-summer sun
Its rays greet you an overbearing warmth
But a night of distance between us beckons the coldness of a winter night
No blanket can warm a frozen heart
The sweetest of words, have failed to bring forth that spark…