What I was once

Growing up...Going crazy

The genie is out of the bottle
Has stolen out into the night

Pandora’s box is become unlocked
Things will ne’er again seem right

It came about, with no hue or shout
No alarum of fear or fright

Life took a twist, one could not resist
rationality gave in without a fight

Succumbed to pleasure, in new-found treasure
Of her eyes, her sighs…sweet delight

Soft feel still lingers, to touch of my fingers
Press of her body to mine…e’er so slight

My being, my world, tumbled and twirled
My heart…my very soul, imbued with her light

The genie is free, Pandora can flee
What I was once…now no longer can I be

Author's Note

Red is for passion (did it work?)