I want to
write you a poem of seduction.
I want to
examine our open palms
and tell you that your fate-line
crosses my heart-line.
I want to
whisper in your ear and assure you
I would always take care of you.
I want to
decipher the hidden numerical meaning
of your name,
tell you mine is eleven
and yours is the same.
I want to
tune into your aura
and see it flaming bright orange and red,
from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head.
I want to
know your passion is as hot as mine,
that we have similar thoughts
running through our minds.
I want to
make love to you
on a phenomenally dark night
that has no ending.
I want to
take you to heights unknown.
Our core essence blending.
I want to
do devilish deeds
that defy defined religion
I want to
transcend the trapping
of tactile tantalization.
I want to
acid etch your eyes
and smile into my mental visualization.
I want your chi embedded
in my souls memory.
I want to
feel you as pure energy,
with perfect symmetry,
the way we were meant to
feel from the beginning.
I want to separate love from lust
and seduction from sinning.
I want to...
seduce you.
