You bring your desire to me wrapped cleverly

In chiffon and lace innocence

Pretense of not knowing what you are doing

Claiming to be doing nothing but having

A little wine and conversation

So civilized in your presentation

Merely being social with your graces

Nothing here but sweet untouched honey

Dripping from a comb

Natural confection from pollinated

Pansies and clover

Used to write secrets on

Magnolia scented stationary

Pressed discretly into my palm

Slipped from under the silk handkerchief

Your mother sewed for you three years ago

On your eighteenth birthday

You’re much too young for this game

I’m older than you could ever imagine

I’ve seen more than a hundred lifetimes

You don’t think by now I can smell you

And what you want from me

So many have applied

So few have been chosen

Desperation is not appealing

It’s when you don’t want me

That I appear

Seduction is in the eye of the beholder

Take my hand, quickly, before you turn

And pretend to walk away

Take it and then come

Come with me

Ah, you resist, now there’s the sweet

Scent of a challenge

Filling my nostrils with the hunt

Fox turning tail and running

The hounds are at your heels

And I am breathing down your neck

The devil is on your back

Hanging on for your dear life

Poised to strike like a scorpian’s tail

Have faith

Just look over your shoulder

And I’ll be there.