what drives us

in the heat of the passion

or time’s slow crawl

when I feel her breath

on my neck

or nature’s stormy thrall

with rain and sleet

the summer’s sunny beat

winter’s chattering teeth

a touch of warmth

under my sheets

the profession of power

its hold over us

belies the constant struggle

to never cheat or lie

Desire, the poisonous apple

or the shifty eyed devil

is always welcome

within our midst

in the palm of our hands

a slap on the wrist

a gentle caress

the slow reveal of

her cocktail dress

Desire, the sweetest cyanide

why do you reside

in the square jaw

of a handsome man?

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