Sometimes I think

A thought

I ought

Not to think.

 

 

The devil winks

At me

And whispers, “she

May say

Yes”. To caress

And kiss

Would bring bliss

To me

For a while.

 

 

Maybe she

Would confusedly smile,

And say

“I never knew

That you

Felt that way

About me!

I must go!”.

But, maybe

She would stay.

 

 

Best to hold

My tongue

For words flung

Carelessly away

May come back

To bite.

But o the delight

Of 1 single night!

But hot fantasy

Is not reality.

So I

Must try

To let it be.