I do not know

by what name to call it-

lust or love,

for the line that separates both

blurs.

 

Lara, you lured me

with your innocence

which is not innocent.

Your eyes so luminescent

beamed right through my soul

 

I have nibbled

on those lips of yours

a thousand times,

seeking with my tongue

the pathway to greater glory.

 

I hold on to your curvaceous waist

the way a drowning man may hold

to dear life-

a flotsam buffeted

by the waves of your sea.