I crave for a little mystery,
For your deepest wishes,
For your deep self,
Enchanting the man inside to come to light,
A slow start, yet passionate,
The senses are satisfied every second,
But each time they want more!
Your wonderful display of affection,
Brings out another hidden face of yours,
That I have only seen in glimpses,
Now it’s here, easy to grasp,
And it seems to understand,
My every little gesture!
And you,
Enrapt by the eternal silent enigma of the woman,
You go forward, to unravel, to conquer,
But you’ve already surrendered
To a much easier task,
To such a shallow idea…
Oh, I swear, for a moment there…
I thought you’ll find it,
What no one before you did…
Hm, you’re like the rest.
Elya Thorn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desillusion/
