The Temptress Anon
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- Posted: Sat, 07 Apr 2012 22:01:28 +0000
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A paper airplane lands beside you, though you cannot see who threw it. You notice that words have been written on it:
We glide and are still on the river
In quiet that drugs the wit,
The sun has charmed our hearts
As the day is charmed with it.
And the little owl in the willow &
So passionless, still, we seem &
As little fears our passing
As he fears the passing stream.
The sun has charmed our hearts,
Our sense, to tranquility &
Quiet as weeds in the river
Or the little owl in the tree.
-Bittersweet Anon
We glide and are still on the river
In quiet that drugs the wit,
The sun has charmed our hearts
As the day is charmed with it.
And the little owl in the willow &
So passionless, still, we seem &
As little fears our passing
As he fears the passing stream.
The sun has charmed our hearts,
Our sense, to tranquility &
Quiet as weeds in the river
Or the little owl in the tree.
-Bittersweet Anon
With the paper in her hands,
she read through the little commands
Never had she received such little mementos
all so pretty and constantly in a row
Such a cute little one you are
Even if you flit back and forth like a star
Ah but never fear, I shall catch you
Afterall that is the simplest thing I can do.
Now go along little flower continue to flit
Because once my hands get on you, I promise you won't want me to quit.
Quote:
I would gladly accept your kiss,
But I'm not sure I can accept more.
While, it sounds like it would be utter bliss,
There is a fear within that I cannot ignore.
I fear becoming as a sailor, drawn in when a Siren sings,
Only to crash against the rocks and never again see shore.
Or trapped like an obedient puppet, caught on strings,
Always to be his master's toy and nothing more.
Somehow, I just don't dare,
To let myself by your beauty be ensnared.
- A Rhyme a Dozen
But I'm not sure I can accept more.
While, it sounds like it would be utter bliss,
There is a fear within that I cannot ignore.
I fear becoming as a sailor, drawn in when a Siren sings,
Only to crash against the rocks and never again see shore.
Or trapped like an obedient puppet, caught on strings,
Always to be his master's toy and nothing more.
Somehow, I just don't dare,
To let myself by your beauty be ensnared.
- A Rhyme a Dozen
Then let me tempt you down that hole
This kiss of mine, Sinful and more
I wouldn't trap you at least I hope
I just want your body tight against mine without rope
Don't you see that it is touch I cave
The very thing that makes me misbehave?
You call me a siren, how simple that would be
But I hate to say but I am so much more deadly
Because and addiction I may inspire
by what may transpire
But oh, it would be sweet would it not
The way our bodies would tie into a knot.
So kiss me now, Kiss me again
Begin this pathway down into sin.
<<Ps. You are really too kind with your gift. Thank you so much sweetie. Really I adore it.>>