Date: Thu, 16 May 96 03:49:00 -0600
From: Dennis McCarthy 

Temptation

The torment of a memory
hesitates no longer.
Repressed; then surfaces- pauses vanish.
So now you know- the truth never left
you so mundane, so peculiar.
I imagine as you sit there
sedentary and sober,
you rise to my challenge-
to my desire,
and loosley prevail.
Only, now I see you remain there
you retain the ire; and heave the air 
to slow the heated blood.
The greatest fear in me has no lies.
Eyes, seductive, seek me; my body,
Never letting go.

        Catherine McCarthy