the title is deprive from a book i am reading......... called satan-seller.. something of that nature

he gets you with his magiicfiant words
lures you with his manifested
paradise
his tongue - speaks and slips
his hands - simply pleasurable
his smile - beauty ridden
~

this could end before i give into you,
it's a heartache waiting to happen, but
i am willing to let you in, farther,
to let this wall come down faster then you could blink

so come on in and take a look around
i hope you like what you see
and pleased with what you've found

so here is my final answer: yes
(take it or leave it)


this is by-far, not my best work......... not even near, prehaps my worst, though it isn't meant to be a poem, rather ramblings for someone to read,providing he knows who he is.......... prehaps i should be the tempest of a simplier nature....... prehaps, i should walk away, carrying with me, nothing to com-memberate by...... then prehaps, i should tell him face to face