Don Juan (Poetry)

In the swell of his manhood
that gleam in his eyes
reservation dissolves
like the smoke of true lies
and I’m lost in the longing
there’s no sense of wronging
the ache deep within
as I sigh and give in

I’ve said no before
and I’ll say it again
there’s a queue past the window
of frustrated men
but there’s always been one
that whatever the time
he can break down my door
and it’s hardly a crime

How I’ve planned to refuse him
and stick to my guns
but the words will not utter
my clothes come undone
and my blood starts its singing
waves crash in my ears
the moment we touch
that old lust reappears

then I’m lost in the longing
and doubts that were thronging
are swept clean away
in the breathless foreplay
for the heat of his hunger
is burning my skin
I don’t want to deny him
I yearn to cave in

He’s both lover and monster
all rolled into one
he’s a terrible liar
but oh so much fun!
so I make my confession
he visits me still
and if love’s a disease
then I’m dangerously ill

There’s nothing can cure me
I’m doomed from the start
he offers pure pleasure
no strings tie his heart
then I’m lost to the longing
I’m way past becoming
someone I despise —
I avoid my own eyes ...

For the mirror disowns me
I’m some kind of stranger
who begs for a fix
and embraces the danger
but there will be a last time
for everyone knows
when love’s payments run dry
reason’s bank will foreclose