Temptation Poem by punsara amarasinghe

I gently touch her hand she gave
A look that my soul enslave.....
I pressed her rebel lips in vain
it made me more insane.......

On her bossams my hand i laid
vivatious and amoraze maid.....
Her look is glow and sharp
fast and flattering my heart

Each sense was ravished with delight
And my soul stood prepared for flight....
Fun and run encircle the mind.......
at last it goes as the wind.....................

Then i am numb.!