That silent, sultry, sensuous man,
was where my troubles first began.

We met by chance one cool dark night,
those rugged looks fuelled my delight.

Those smoky eyes were filled with lust,
to make him mine was such a must.

His body language, tell-tale signs,
his need for me cast fishing lines.

That sensuous smile and wanton look,
at once I dangled on his hook.

A night of passion soon ensued,
all of my fears he disabused.

Things are not always as it seems,
This lover's mine but just in dreams.