Does it burn
strings of a once healthy heart?
Plucked and strummed
Just to be picked apart
Have you succumbed
To the bitterness of a
broken heart?
Was it the stench of lust
that caught your breath?
Or Seduction
Ready to plunge in
past tender skin
Pulsing with
the rush of the temporary.
Pleasure.
Blissful remains
Reality
that you cannot hurt She
who you treasure.