three blue candles

three blue candles in a row
where she knew she shouldn’t go
in a room of closed desire
smoke now circles ever higher

lying thoughtlessly has crept
promises have not been kept
but she does not care somehow
in the feeling she has now

for the burning justifies
broken vows and sequent lies
as she bobs her pliant head
three blue candles by the bed

It’s Just Desire

That’s all it is.

It's Just Desire

It’s just desire that he feels,
That’s clouding up his mind;
And, oh – he wishes he could leave
His thoughts of her behind

But now, it bubbles in his blood,
And sets his mind afire:
As all he holds burns to the ground
From simple,

The Offer

Have you never thought about it?

The Offer

Now, what can I do for you, sir?
Is there something that you want?
Have you never thought about it?
You’ve no¬†fantasies that haunt?

Everything will be kept quiet,
Save the sounds of you and me –
Now, what can I do for you, sir?
Tell me what you’d have
Of me…

First Foremost

With an added postscript.

No one knew it. Nobody.
She held that secret closely;
Her family thought they knew her well
But they mistook her grossly

She loved a man much older, and
Before long, they’d found ways
To steal away for secret nights
And torrid hidden days

They saw her as in years gone by,
All pink and girlish things;
But she knew what they didn’t know
Her heart’s desirings

And love transformed him in her eyes
To something he was not;
In passion’s vision, pure mirage,
No fear of being caught

Yes, she knew what they didn’t know,
Her girlhood left in dust;
That nice girls sometimes lose themselves


So now it’s ten years later, and
She’s married to the guy;
It never should have worked out, and
I cannot tell you why

The two of them are happy, But
It is not as I’d feared:
I can draw no conclusions, ‘cept
That life
Is very

Once He Touched Her Lust

He was surprised.

Touched Her Lust

He was surprised she caved
Because she never had before;
But once he touched her lust
He didn’t need to argue more

She showed him, forcefully
Just how to empty her full cup:
The hours that he’d need
If he was merely
To keep up