Seduction
Where do we first go astray
Where do we start to just slip away
It's the flash of an eye
It's the graze of a hand
It's the slight whispered voice
It's the thrill that finds itself
Rising and rising and rising
Where do we first go astray
Where do we start to just slip away
It's the voice that rings out harshly
It's the unreturned caress
It's the kiss with out passion
It's the dying conversation
Falling and falling and falling
There is a thrill in seduction
when it brings fire to the heart
There is a sadness in seduction
When it tears a love apart
Where do we first go astray
Where do we start to just slip away
It's in the scent as they pass by
It's in the heat as they pause
It's in the trembling of the hand
It's the butterflies deep inside
That turn and turn and turn
Where do we first go astra
Where do we start to just slip away
It's waiting without reason
It's leaving without goodbye
It's the dismissive tone
It's the subtle cutting words
That burn and burn and burn
There is a thrill in seduction
when it brings fire to the heart
There is a sadness in seduction
When it tears a love apart
Where do we first go astray
Where do we start to just slip away
We might be true in everything we do
But its the things that we don't
We might be honest in all we say
But its the words that we don't
It's somewhere in the silence
Somewhere in the silence
There is a thrill in seduction
When it brings fire to the heart
somewhere in the silence
There is a sadness in seduction
When it tears a love apart
Seduction is the second of the quintet of lyrical poems. (Rain is the first of the quintet.)
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