It begins

As a trickle

A bead of sweat

Running down.. down

Reminding me of how

Hot

I have become

Cooling myself

In streams

The tepid water

Transiently

Relieving my

Scorching

Appetency.

Competency

In morality

Slowly fading

As I consider

Trading

Piety

For bitter

Irony

Terrified

Of closing my eyes

To dream

The theme

Often the same

Evoking

The lurking

Rumination

Brewing

Just beneath

The surface

And purpose

Is hidden

Until I again

Awake.

For

Goodness’ sake

Please

Kill

The provocative

Prerogative

Hovering

Above me

Whispering

Threats of

Love to me

Running its

Exquisite

Finger

Up and down

My thigh

Listening intently

To

My sigh

Yearning silently

For my cry

For more.

 A war

Is waged

Most certainly

By desire

Inadvertently

Seeping through

A bolted

Door.

How do I

Turn it

Off

Its silky

Skin

Feels

So

Damn

Soft

Caressing me

Into

Quiet surrender

Distressing me

With its

Seductive splendor

Suppressing the

Surreptitious

Adventure

That hungers

To be

Consummated

Is getting

Exhausting.

The

Layers of ice

Within me

Are

Defrosting..

Rescue me;

My God

From temptation.

Lest my

Tempestuous

Imagination

Ruin

My progress

And my

Reputation..

Deliver me.