I saw the seventh temptress
  descending ‘pon the stairs
her confidence bold, exuding
  her power, and her airs

The men who looked, at once, upon
  the vision of her beauty
their eyes were hard, their jaws were slack
to adore and lust their duty

Yes, every eye upon her stared
  her spell, it had been cast
yes, every eye upon her looked
  all.. except mine eyes were last

She looked upon and toward my way
   and wondered how this could be
her spell had captured every heart and soul
  all else except for me

How could I stay outside her whim
   and not be so enthralled
a crease appeared between her brows
    upon her head appeared a cloud

I for one, the only, seemed
    she could not bend my will
how could she know I'd lost my heart
   my soul in torment still

The power I did hold from her
   was my lack, my broken heart
my eyes unfocused, myself denied
    due... my spirit lost, cold, and hard

She had no power o'er me
  in days gone by, the worst
of countless lovers from times the nigh
                        


                     'twas I



                I was her first




                  
© An Awakening - Roberto Carlos 2019