villain

would you take me for a villain if I lay with you tonight
and when all was said I fled your bed before the morning light?
would you think me a pretender if your beauty drew me near,
near enough to call your bluff and play upon your fear
of passion unrequited and thirst that's never quenched
and the furious, curious danger of romance when it's wrenched
and tossed aside for the moments to find satiation's rage
when we choose to lose illusion of our inner feral cage
and take glance to dance to touches, to kisses that explore
all the fantasies we can summon, all our passions and yet more
as we find a haven in our hearts, instinctive, yet we know
that there is sooth in soothing truth within our bodies' flow.
would you take me for a villain if I laid with you tonight
and when all was said I fled your bed before the morning light?


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.