The Lady Liason Poem by Rachael Delamar

My

Lady

Liaison

What an affliction of intentional

Indiscretions

She is

Creator of orgasmic addictions

In seismic proportions

Libertine…

Cunning by your own deduction

Do you not see

The laceration in her vision

Beguiling eyes

Saturated by intangible delusions

Easy to conceptualize

The inclination for

An illicit tryst

The Heart's pulsation musically

Rhythmically Lydian

Impregnated by stimulus

Just a phase

Like everyday

Fade in and fade away

Mainline me

Says she

Five to six

Influx

Of it.

To sedate

Her servitude

Indulgent

to a

pretense

she will

make

Burlesque

In her corset

Tighter

To contain

And restrain

The reality

In the

Parody

My Lady Liaison

She will whisper

Whimper

She was never there

Nor was it ever

She.