A LOVERS LUST

From a distance I saw you today.
As anothers hand now reached for you
and as if you were an exstension
of his arm you reached his lips.

I wonder if in those lips
does your body still unfold
in warm gentle silk?

Does he find your sweet aroma
dizzy in his mind still?
As he taste you
over and over again?

Do you intoxicate his soul
with your fragrant mist
as he makes you burn?
Till dawn brings rest
to the graveyarders shift.

Or does he taste the harsh
burn of lungs?
In that venemous taste
as you brand another
pawn.

I wonder if he still feels
your first kiss?
That ushered secretly
death
upon its meet.

Was well it worth?
The grief of wife.
As a fatherless world of one
gets left behind.

Would he taste of your
bitter fruits again my love?
Knowing your seduction
is but smoke and mirror
masking the slow death
that awaits him.