Concupiscientia

Vicious, they say,
desire twisting:
to necessity.
Yet- I laughed.

And smirked, amused;
watching your hand, gently-
slowly, rustling against
her skin.

Your fingerprints
breathing against her dainty shoulders,
and the dwindling shivers
darting through her spine...

Aphrodisia,
Or so it seemed.

Everyone needs heroes once in a while,
this time, you seemed to fit.
But you don't want this, do you?
You don't want her.

You need more than
those stammering shirtcloths
and head of nacre curls
to hide from me.

Those veils are not easy to lift, are they?
Yet, I did.
Impossible,
-except in bed.

… to know concupiscientia:
you're mine, and only mine.
And you'll surrender,
whenever I please-

If only you could touch my skin,
or tear apart that shirt...
but I'll smile for now,
my love.

I know
the darkest
Dearest;
But you're safe;

You'll be home tonight,
...I know.
We'll be boys again,
chasing cars;

Concubinus,
they would've called me
Yet I'm Isaac, as you say,
and I will laugh.

...so shall you.