Lucy Hinton


June 2007

by Lucy Hinton

Temptation invites me

Strokes me, provokes me

Lures me into

His delight-strewn cave

He floods into my senses

Scales many fences

Strips my defences

With all that I crave

With treasures forbidden

And promises hidden

He transforms me into

His free-willing slave

Lays perfection before me

With eyes that implore me

Till I can only adore him

And hope to be saved

In this strong current growing

The winds tugging and blowing

I’ve no choice where I’m going

On this passion-foamed wave

And if I go to my ruin

Through this we are doing

I’ll surely meet my undoing

In a pleasure-filled grave