Looking Through Stained Glass

Temptation . . .


Is playing the flirt
To your coy
Secret smiles masked
Behind casual shrugs
Double Innuendo
With bold inclinations
One hears the indifference
In the chat
One sees the fire
Of the eyes
Recognizable only by one
Who has long since given in
To the abandon of passion
Can I but wonder
Do the heat of the eyes
Extend to the touch
Tell me

Better yet
Don't tell me...

Let me feel for myself

Billings - Black Lace

 
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