By: Marcus Lane


I fear the way you love me:
That tender-touching kiss
Seducing me to nightly
Sink deep in your abyss.

Those smooth caresses take me
To places that I dread,
Your cunning fingers rouse me
To plan such lies ahead.

So while we writhe and tumble
In lust's hypnotic hold,
I fear that final stumble
That sees the truth unfold.

Marcus Lane



"Man is free; yet we must not suppose that he is at liberty to do everything he pleases, for he becomes a slave the moment he allows his actions to be ruled by passion."
-Giacomo Casanova
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