Cold as stone,
possessor of bone-chilling beauty,
I, alone,
wanting but not wanting to be,
scratching and clawing at this,
waiting for something to give.
So give me a sign
a shiver, a sigh
a look in your eye
a reason to live.
Fantasy still,
captor and captive are we,
strangers until
desire and goddess intrigue.
A slanting and movement of hips,
a flush, a warmth of the skin.
As night falls I wait
for breath, for fate,
the sweet salty taste
pressing lips on lips.
Unrequited love
is what I know of love.
Spellbound I will stay.
Imagination may be for fools,
imagination,
may be cruel to be kind
at the end of the day
Ivory girl chiseled and cooler than clay,
icy reserve is provocation.
Will you betray
eyes that linger and hold too fast?
If you stumble,
if the mask should crumble or fall.
Warm blooded after all,
the longer you stall,
so shall I last.
