Femme Fatale
I walk alone
Once Tactile partner
No longer touched
I do, I did, he stopped
I walk towards him
And I smell his teen spirit
Dripping with angst
He will offer his inexperience
I walk towards him
My little black dress
Flows with undue grace
Matching the sway of my hips
I walk towards him
His excitement beckons
As his knees weaken
His heart quickens
I walk towards him
Implacable and composed
Pursing my lips to a thin smile
Seduction step by step
I walk towards him
His eyes sees through
Mind unshrouds fantasy
Desire burns his fear
I take his hand
And guide him to the bed
Leading an intimate dance
To its premature end
I hold him
Binding his confusion
I slip away before
Reality musters the truth
I pick up my dress
Draping deceitful flesh
With a marquee garment
I walk away from him
He lies content
Released as promised
Skin shines with sweat
I walk away from him
Did I take advantage?
Have I used him?
Am I a giver or taker?
I keep walking
His Femme Fatale
His first lover
A crushing irony
I pause
Moment of infidelity
Honeymoon a forgotten dream
My roleplay his reality
I walk away from my husbands nursing home
Most of this poem is hot and steamy -- for mature audiences. Th last line is a surprise and twist. It's hard to believe I have the audacity to make a suggestion to amend a poem already written better than anything I could do. My suggestion is to change the last two lines to read
My roleplay; his reality
a nursing home.
Well written complete with twist
Well that was a surprise! Great imagery.
I also like it, Jon. It makes one perceive the complexity of 'seduction'. Also, sexual relationships of most kinds are seldom simple!
Very clever! I like it!