provocative

 
chaste of soul innocence weeps to be so desirous
poppied seduction hinders good judgment
dangerous denial of certain needs leads me astray

entering the red corridor-
I dash my hands on the walls of lust provoked
looking you square in the eyes I feel the heat rising within
our eyes lock
I look away first and you know...I'm weak

my body's betrayal stirs my anger
I sling vicious barbs at you
you sick back and smile

with one more weak protest
I succumb