To The Sinful Beloved... Poem by RK

When city streets
Wear shawl of eve
I haste my feet
To where you live

These streets are wet
Covered in haze
The nights are yet
To see the days

The neon lights
Play on your door
Body ignites
From secret core

I feel the throb
Of things to hide
Twisting the knob
I step inside

The flowers I brought
Will never dry
Yet love me not
For nor do I

It took me just
Moment to scour
Token of lust
Is plastic flower

There on the floor
Your exposed glimpse
How tempting your
Savagery seems

From where we walk
To where we lean
We hardly talk
In private sin

With lover's grace
You embrace me
I kiss your face
In lechery

We do the must
Till prostration
Our life of lust
Without passion

I am not yours
You are not mine
Yet feels so pure
This ooze divine

A frigid kiss
A cold goodbye
And more than these
Would be for lie

I do swear on
Your naked breasts
I won't be gone
Until the next

To keep your hand
I won't be near
You understand
Don't you, my dear?