Irresistible Temptation
By Grannyrosie
Irresistible Temptation. Ah!, This Cruel fate,That leaves me thus,Here in this wretched ,barren sea,Of matrimony.Such an old insipid man be he,To whom I do be wed.Tho' not by choice.Circumstance betrayed this youthful flesh,Abandoning the fires that burn within,To ashes hearth,Of flame long since quenched.Mind!, This feeble escapee,From geriatric retreat,Cares in a tender,Yet possessive way.But gentle strokes of tresses,Be passions lot.And I, like faithful hound do twist and sway,Begging for more.Trinkets and baubles, lavished,as to ease my longingsBut such as would appeaseNeeds of ancients,Twittering over tea, and tapestryNo silken finery, Or palatial abode, Will ever still,The pulse of womanhood,That throbs within this breast,Drawing sighs of longing.The fruit of my desire, surely must be met,As pining I for touch , and ardor,of some young steed,The likes of which, Alas,Shall not be foundHere in this fortress of passions demise,And chastity bound.There is one!With smoldering eyes,Lithe body,firm strong arms,A stable boy,Forbidden.Who ladles coals upon this fire,And drives my mind to frenzy with desireAlas! I fear the call of lust and earthWill drive me unto temptations webThis may well be the caseBut, To be freeMy soul in hell will burn eternally, Written January 11th, 2002 © on Jan 11 2002 02:42 AM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 8
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"Irresistible Temptation. Ah!, This Cruel fate,That leaves me thus,Here in this wretched ,barren sea,Of matrimony.Such an old insipid man be he,To whom I do be wed.Tho' not by choice.Circumstance betrayed this youthful flesh,Abandoning the fires that burn within,To ashes hearth,Of flame long since quenched.Mind!, This feeble escapee,From geriatric retreat,Cares in a tender,Yet possessive way.But gentle strokes of tresses,Be passions lot.And I, like faithful hound do twist and sway,Begging for more.Trinkets and baubles, lavished,as to ease my longingsBut such as would appeaseNeeds of ancients,Twittering over tea, and tapestryNo silken finery, Or palatial abode, Will ever still,The pulse of womanhood,That throbs within this breast,Drawing sighs of longing.The fruit of my desire, surely must be met,As pining I for touch , and ardor,of some young steed,The likes of which, Alas,Shall not be foundHere in this fortress of passions demise,And chastity bound.There is one!With smoldering eyes,Lithe body,firm strong arms,A stable boy,Forbidden.Who ladles coals upon this fire,And drives my mind to frenzy with desireAlas! I fear the call of lust and earthWill drive me unto temptations webThis may well be the caseBut, To be freeMy soul in hell will burn eternally,..."