Peridot Eyes Part 6
By La Belle Rouge


Sensation of creamy skin against his chest
the soft, supple petals of an ivory Easter lily
Of all the women he had bedded she was best
He felt like a schoolboy, excited, almost silly
What had he done to deserve such rich gain?
Perhaps he had been at the right time, place
She put him through ecstasy, agony and pain
Voracious the needs of vixen with angel face
She fulfilled all the fantasies of his dreams
dark things he’d dared not ever speak aloud
He lay in the night devising lover’s schemes
how to keep her close, of his prowess proud
He drifted to sleep around stroke of midnight
Many dark hours remained before dawn’s light


He woke in thick darkness to dog howls in the field
reaching for her he realized she had disappeared
To have her love he would lie, die, kill or steal
The night of a lifetime into his heart was seared
Where had she gone, bewitching night creature?
He must seduce her back into the red brocade bed
He would find her soon and when he reached her
he’d entangle himself in red tresses of her head
A familiar noise from the bath chamber he heard
Someone enjoying a leisurely bath in the copper tub
He would surprise her without even speaking a word
Perhaps she would be receptive to an erotic back rub
He opened the door and by dim, flickered candlelight
His offended eyes beheld a most horrifying sight!



10/10/2012 La Belle Rouge