"Weakness"

Prin Dumas, 2007

A faint recollection of your scent captivates my air,

And my body holds a quiver to recapture when you're there,

Inside my arms, not far from my heart.

The focus I must have to complete obligatory mundane tasks

Suffers from the distraction of tender moments,

Inside your arms, not far from your heart.

The greatest victory of my youth was to acquire strength of soul,

But it is now weakness which fascinates me:

This now penetrable wall,

This now softened shell,

This now willing bloom,

Invaded by your charm, Protected by your arms, and Coaxed by your kisses.

A faint recollection awakens me at night,

And my skin recalls you every moment that I breathe,

Awaiting your touch, not long from today.

The focus I must have to sustain my desires until then

Becomes my whispered bait into your wanting ear,

Awaiting my touch, not long from today.