The Moments of our Words

In this heat,
Of mind and heart-
A deadly sinful art.
That comes around
With his words,
Our hearts to bear the blame.

Little magic in my hand,
That transcribes words of feeling,
Words of betrayal,
Powerful letters that make us fail-
As friends we once were.
Into poisoned lovers.

So we heat, so we burn-
Loving every sinful minuet.
That which we can talk,
Suggestively leading on,
and on and on-

He grabs the leash and leads me back,
Forth and back-
A tiresome circle that we so enjoy.
Those moments that we toy,
With each other, poke and tease.

If only our words were hands and lips,
The magic in our grasp a kiss.
A touch.
Horribly falling into lust.
Loving every second-
The moments of our words.