I’ve said my piece
my little treatise
on each to his own morals.
On sun ups and sun downs
I’ve made enough excuses
to go around.
Enough for us all.
You’re relenting.
You’re giving in
to temptation.
Just the merest flutter of it.
That’s what you like.
To feel the soft flutter
of temptation.
Almost consenting.
A quivering in your legs.
But you won’t give it away to anyone else.
You want to hug temptation
and know it’s there.
I’ve said my piece.
It was blunt.
Yet, somewhere, it must have cut.
It’s your go.
