Dread creeps to the depths
A promise of love
Sweetest of its kind—euphoric
A smile…or a chuckle
And that smooth, strong hand
Manicured, promising a fulfilling touch
In the peripheral shadows
Apprehension tilts its head
A peek—of what's to come
The sweet feeling within
Almost orgasmic
Yet instinct points to the danger
A sign?
Raw truth stares unflinching
In a quandary of reality
Lies the right choice to make
A choice of a ghastly end...
Wrapped in romance and bliss
Or eternal love and serenity
For a firm refusal
Truth still stares…unblinking
Unflinching.
Image credit: Pezibear
