My Erotic Valentine's Day

In my last semester at Flagler College, I wanted to take a business class. That made sense. I ought to know something about business before I leave Flagler and have to become a real, full-time adult. The business class was at the same time as a required history class. So I took Intro to poetry writing. Now I am writing, as per the syllabus assignment, non-rhyming erotic poetry. Here was my first try.

Keep in mind, the assignment was to write a poem that was erotic in tone and nature, but also did not rhyme.

Oh, it was also due on February 14, the day that is commercially celebrated as Valentine's Day. Comic relief for my discomfort.

Concupiscence

“I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate.” – Romans 7:15

“Because I love you,”

She whispers, atop            

Other lies.

What did I do?

Why do I do?

I love you, yes

But you won’t or rather don’t say, “I do.”

She plays atop and coaxes.

She is a temptress without knowing,

And my desires

Blur.

He is my king, but

She is here. She is real.

Unsatisfied, I leave.

I fail. I fall

On my face before the throne.

Now I demand you snap. I don't care if you are reading this alone or with other people.