The Glare

By Johan Spence

Unafraid she stands

Looking in the mirror

Slowly clothes slip to the floor

Her beauty becomes clearer

Shoulders bare her breasts they share

The light that casts a glow

Throughout the room her mound in bloom

Where seed has yet to sow

Water falls her image fades

The fog it does consume

All links to a reality

She dare not break the mood

Fingertips caress the skin

Untouched by all but she

Sinful dreams have plagued her nights

Her curse virginity

Lower still her hands explore

Her body aches and yearns

Flesh responds and hardens fast

A fire starts to burn

Faster how the fire spreads

Scalded by desire

Gone in lust and ecstasy

A perfect human pyre

No escape she’s now a slave

The throws of one possessed

Fingers lost inside her mind

In darkness she does slip

And as her naked body lay

Next to the window bare

Judged a flawless masterpiece

By eyes beyond the glare