Painful truth

Her potent gaze holds me,
In their never ending depths.
As if to look away meant my end,
A shocking graze across my skin.
Heated flesh of flame,
Burns me sweetly,

She learns me swiftly,
As if I whisper her my secrets.
Yet she is an unopened book,
Of barbed wire and honey.
Too sweet to pass,
Even knowing you will get hurt.

Sweat runs down my body,
She plays a wicked game.
Teasing yet pleasing,
In a never ending torment of bliss.

Here I lay,
Moments of never ending joy.
Gripping me tightly,
Kiss of venomous triumph.
No word pass my lips,
Her eyes say it all.