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My senses fill with promised delight
I tremble with anticipation
preparing to indulge

You cast your net wide
your silk so fine
waiting for the tempted

As I touch your web
my nerves alert, to late
held lightly

I face you, not bravely
trembling with fear
you anticipate your indulgence

and so I end
wrapped in your embrace
cocooned in silken thread
losing my head

where I periodically find my self

Take a Break

Seeking, all ways
Always on the razor edge
perched precariously.
Should I jump before I fall?
Waiting, tense and fearful
weighing the odds
staying still
weight finely balanced.
Freezing time.
Slowly slipping to one side
resigned to fate
Let go, slowly.
Take the breaks.