Once More

‘Tis dark and she’s alone once more,
The lights are out, she’s closed the door
Desires she struggles to suppress,
The lust it moves her to undress.

With eyes shut tight, she dare not look
Entire being, trembled, shook.
She fought the urge, her hands were clenched.
This thirst cannot be quickly quenched.

Up north, ‘twas dry, yet south was not
She felt so weak, so sick, so hot.
That burning passion in her breast,
That tingling want inside her chest.

It was this time she would regret,
The lustful stranger she had met
His words had hands that made her groan
Though worlds apart, he'd make her moan.

Yes, it was he who tore her veil
Who showed her worlds, and told her tales
T’was he who taught her thus to feel
The pleasure she had once concealed.

How could she stop this inborn need?
How could she not endure this deed?
Her mind refused, it fought, it bled.
It waged a war inside her head.
     
Yet flesh was strong, it would not die
She bit her lip and gave a sigh,
“Once more,” she whimpered in the dark
“Once more ignite this lustful spark.”

And so, once more, her flesh she pleased,
She touched, she fondled, squirmed and teased.
It was not long, it ended fast,
She promised it would be the last.

The last? She mocked herself to sleep
That promise she will never keep.
For as she swore and swore before,
Her being knew she’d try once more.