Temptation

Sometimes when loneliness or aching lust

Becomes too much

I crave a woman’s touch,

For in her arms I forget

All my regret,

And that I  am dust.

 

 

At other times

I take refuge in rhymes

From poets long gone.

 

 

Books have charms

But a girl’s soft arms

And her scent  often tempts

Me –  sometimes into poetry …