The Sin of Sexual Desire-inspired by the play A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams
He opens the door.
They stand like statues,
Hardly daring to meet eyes
Restraining themselves from
Falling into each other’s dangerous embrace….
Whisper quietly in my ear
Tell me what’s going to happen to me
You are the best teacher ever,
You taught me to be… me.
So what if I want to be the teacher’s pet,
Yes… that is why I am and shall be kissing up.
Skip the formalities
We both knew this day was coming up
Wall at my back as I am pinned between reality and fantasy
Your fingers stroking, play at my throat.
Warm breath works its way along my jaw.
You tell me to hold still
But it is so hard to, when temptation is just millimetres away.
Like a lion before it pounces, you prey
upon each sensation, that makes me want to
lose control and make my knees go weak once again.
I just came to say hello… goodbye?
but it seems my greetings…well
We didn’t get far enough into the house for a nice chat.
Slowly lift me up as I tell you don’t stop.
Forget the kitchen counters and tables.
Remember we’ve been here before.
Instead you lay me down on your bed
The look in your eyes tells me this is something I will never forget…ever
Before they come for me in white coats
Close the door and the rest is up
to your imagination.