Inappropriate Seduction

Me, I am a married man –

I try to lead a decent life;

I not supposed to be seduced

So often by my wife

The Window of Seduction

What should I do?
What should I want?
Should I remain
Nonchalant?

I think that I
I think that you
There is something
Yet to do

What we don’t say
All of this doubt
Feelings that flit
In and out

Through this dark glass
Slowly we turn
Thought cast aside
Then we burn

You’re not ready

And you’re not set

But we’ll go anyway

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…

He was young and full of dreams, but
She was young and practical:
Everyday, she worked her magic
In a manner tactical

Calculated so to bring out
All the best she could bestow:
Hidden, far away and distant
Was the girl she’d never show

I was puzzled by his fancy
For she mostly seemed of death;
But by makeup’s necromancy
She had snared
His mind
And breath