Ichor of desire
She looked levelly at him
‘this can be yours’, she said,
the plum kiss of her glistening lips a distraction from the words.
Still, he heard them and heeded their plea
the ichor of desire pumping hard and fast through his veins
ringing in his ears
a rushing river of carnal thoughts.
One look at her
and he could clearly see
that the shape of his destruction
would be found
in the curve of her sensuality.