Diversion - Poetry of Whispered Dreams

Lying Eyes The Eagles,
no info on sequencing

Diversion
She is a thing that fascinates,
a physical desire,
a Lady who does titillate,
a shiv'ry thrilling fire.
I will not take her to my soul,
though that she will believe,
the thrill is mine to take control
and plan my strategy.
I'll see how many times it takes
to break her willing spirit,
and revel in the thrill it makes
as long as she will bear it.
She's just a game to dominate,
a trifle for diversion,
solution then will culminate
in usual aversion.
A bundle of naivete,
in dreams she still believes,
I'll let her think it's love that sways,
the passion that I weave.
I'll raise her hopes and light a fire,
fill her soul with passion,
stroked her mind to build desire,
and chisel her and fashion.
The things before she would not do,
she'll do them for my sake,
what matters if she later rue
the steps that she now takes.
She'll want to spend one night with me,
but that would ruin the game,
with tender care I'll make her see,
I'm keeping her from shame.
And when we reach that final stage,
it's time to shut the door,
and find another game to wage,
just like the one before.©

~RAC 2-11-99~

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Lying Eyes The Eagles, no info on sequencing
	Diversion She is a thing that fascinates, a physical desire, a Lady who does titillate, a shiv'ry thrilling fire. I will not take her to my soul, though that she will believe, the thrill is mine to take control and plan my strategy. I'll see how many times it takes to break her willing spirit, and revel in the thrill it makes as long as she will bear it. She's just a game to dominate, a trifle for diversion, solution then will culminate in usual aversion. A bundle of naivete, in dreams she still believes, I'll let her think it's love that sways, the passion that I weave. I'll raise her hopes and light a fire, fill her soul with passion, stroked her mind to build desire, and chisel her and fashion. The things before she would not do, she'll do them for my sake, what matters if she later rue the steps that she now takes. She'll want to spend one night with me, but that would ruin the game, with tender care I'll make her see, I'm keeping her from shame. And when we reach that final stage, it's time to shut the door, and find another game to wage, just like the one before.© ~RAC 2-11-99~

	Design & graphics by Whispered Dreams Background picture is from my Corel program.