Femme Fatale

Femme Fatale

I walk alone

Once Tactile partner

No longer touched

I do, I did, he stopped

I walk towards him

And I smell his teen spirit

Dripping with angst

He will offer his inexperience

I walk towards him

My little black dress

Flows with undue grace

Matching the sway of my hips

I walk towards him

His excitement beckons

As his knees weaken

His heart quickens

I walk towards him

Implacable and composed

Pursing my lips to a thin smile

Seduction step by step

I walk towards him

His eyes sees through

Mind unshrouds fantasy

Desire burns his fear

I take his hand

And guide him to the bed

Leading an intimate dance

To its premature end

I hold him

Binding his confusion

I slip away before

Reality musters the truth

I pick up my dress

Draping deceitful flesh

With a marquee garment

I walk away from him

He lies content

Released as promised

Skin shines with sweat

I walk away from him

Did I take advantage?

Have I used him?

Am I a giver or taker?

I keep walking

His Femme Fatale

His first lover

A crushing irony

I pause

Moment of infidelity

Honeymoon a forgotten dream

My roleplay his reality

I walk away from my husbands nursing home