…by the pale moonlight

The taste of deception is much sweeter
than that of loneliness
Time robs patience bare
Til nothing remains in the heart 
But lust
Sensibility gives way to desire
Carnal rage living in these fingertips
Begging for skin
Smooth as silk
And unfamiliar
One kiss to corrupt a committed soul
While lips linger in vibration
The sensation of the forbidden
cemented in the possibility of the unforgiven
Finds that the nectar of deception
tastes like heartbreak miles away