Light but darker,
green or blue,
the pull of seduction enthrals me.
His muscles ripple, his voice lures me-
temptation struggles with guilt,
dreams laced with infidelity.
I do not deserve his love.
Internal wars blossom,
what are the consequences?
Embraced by one, yet drawn to him.
He loyally waits, he watches…
I attack.
I mark my territory, the animal is released.
Sensations explode-
I am helpless to my desires.
I have to help him, whatever the cost.
Flirtatious greetings…
public displays of faux distance.
Privately the ram tops the knowing ewe.
The flip of the coin decides.
© Heather R Ellis
February 2010