She led him through a back door
Where a very narrow spiral staircase
Twisted down, and around, winding deep into...
Where are you taking me?...
He asked, stopping abruptly before taking that fist step
Without turning around, or making a sound
She lowered his hand down
While tracing the contour of her soft, plump buttock mound
He rubbed, with a slight squeeze....Mmmm
She was nice...then he whispered...I'll follow, you lead
Since he agreed...
She seductively took every step
With poetic beauty and sensual ease
Wrapping his thoughts in many positions
Sordid possibilities, and mischievous maybe's
His mind went on freeze, while passions heat filled his pen
Her clothes dripped, step-by-step
With the last piece dropping at...The End
There she stood...Amazing Grace
Waiting for his Signature to Til the Soil of her Soul
With every stroke of his Knowledge, she covered it with Wisdom
Soon, their Understanding filled StudyWombs, with many Sacred Scrolls
Verse, after Verse
Chapters, begat Chapters
Volumes, filled their Walls
Lies became Buried in Per-verse Poetic Rapture
Lost in translation, he became caught-up in his masculine role
Where darkness creeps in slight ripples...
Causing Light to slowly Fade-to-Black, through A-Muse-Mental holes
His pen begins to skip, worn edges of sheets started to fold
Outraged!...She finally screams...ENOUGH!...
Calling the Spirit of Medusa, her warm heart became tombstone cold...
His cracking bones broke, crumbling in thoughts of her being all alone
Crushing him to death, ripping him into emotionally-torn and discarded pieces
Of another attempt at Life, for...A Failed Love Poem