Wednesday, July 30, 2008


There she sits
my temptress,
my vixen distracts me
day and night
Her face a mirror to the world
I look at all there is
secret glimpses
blatant stares
She lights my darkness
so alive her electric pulses
beats and rhythms
across the room
she changes to my commands
my desire
Her every whim Unable to resist
the pressure of my hand
Each touch of her button
themes and moods like fever dreams
So hard to leave her
by a thousand eyes
But she cannot always be
So with a gentle sigh
I simply
Turn off my T.V.