Fire shoots from eyes settled on the object of desire,
Tousled from sin, deliciously licking lips.
The forbidden fruit is going to be plucked with great slowness
pride is set aside for need, ravenous hearts beat
An angel exposes her immorality and a demon reveals his divineness
The night is cold but the internal warmth ablaze
enthralled with obsession, infatuation takes over.
None are aware- the fervor of gratification is within grasp
Time is short but the passion is long, no heart will be breached.
Tomorrow holds the promise of surrender.