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I wonder now,
sitting on a front porch on a humid summer day.
Lemonade at arm`s reach, skin and hair in my lap.
A lazy day, where all that matters is the soft stroking of the hair of my Princess.
I wonder now, why I think of another.

This other came to me.
She brushed soft curves against, and committed whispered acts of sensual violence against my remaining morality.

"Come to me,....." said the Other. "I`ll keep you warm"

My hand pauses in the gentle rhythm, enough to cause of turn of a curly-haired head.
Enough to bring a soft smile, and a question

"Is something wrong?"......she asked, but I did not have an answer.

I was happy with my Princess. And was means is, but words have wills sometimes.
I smiled. I knew that my Princess felt for me as I do for her. I could see that mirror, and for once....there were no cracks.

My mind turned, pulling thoughts from softer things to forbidden temptation.
My own mirror was cloudy, and swirling in the mists were half-dreams and what-ifs.

Wild were the images, the pipe-dream serenades of fantasies best left undiscovered.
And in my mind the Other beckoned, and siren called with more velvet razor whispers...

"She never has to know.." ...followed by "You know you want to...."

And I discovered that I did,
in the more animal, the baser parts of me.
Those parts knew they could find what they crave.
...Pure animal desire coursed with every breath.
Fucking, not lovemaking. Savage, not tender

But I knew, I could find any temptation I desired closer to home.

But still I wondered, hearing that velvet-sharp knifeblade voice whisper into the animal me,

"Come to me, Flame....." The Other asked, no...begged. "I can be your Queen"

Princess, my Princess
Wavy haired beauty staring at me, in love, in concern, as this temptation battleground waged on within.
My hand knew that one flesh feels the same as another.
One set of lips holds the same possible delights.
One pretty ass is much the same as another, physically.

It was the internal that fought on.
Feelings versus physical desire. And neither side was doing well.

A shiver, my shiver....as a hand touched my cheek.
My eyes had closed, imagining my Princess, dreaming of the Other.
Guilt caused the eyes to open, and see the soft proto-shower of a single worried tear slide down a porcelain cheek.
And again, I knew my place.

"Daddy?..." she asked, Princess words, little girl lost voice....."Tell me, please?....Where did you just go?"

I would, but I am bringing myself back from this personal foxhole.
Words still formed into mental bullets, screaming bloody death at unwanted temptations in bulletproof armor.

And I looked at her, my Princess.
No flesh like hers.
No lips tasting sweeter.
Aye, desire is a heady flavour, yet forbidden passion is a stronger flavored fruit.
Bittersweet, though most never find the bitter seeds until too late.

Princess, my Princess,
I can only ask forgiveness for something I cannot admit.
And I whispered then, a simple soft nearly-forgotten set of words for the moment.
Her name, and my feelings for her.

Forgive me, please?

Description
I wonder now,
sitting on a front porch on a humid summer day.
Lemonade at arm`s reach, skin and hair in my lap.
A lazy day, where all that matters is the soft stroking of the hair of my Princess.
I wonder now, why I think of another.

This other came to me.
She brushed soft curves against, and committed whispered acts of sensual violence against my remaining morality.

"Come to me,....." said the Other. "I`ll keep you warm"

My hand pauses in the gentle rhythm, enough to cause of turn of a curly-haired head.
Enough to bring a soft smile, and a question

"Is something wrong?"......she asked, but I did not have an answer.

I was happy with my Princess. And was means is, but words have wills sometimes.
I smiled. I knew that my Princess felt for me as I do for her. I could see that mirror, and for once....there were no cracks.

My mind turned, pulling thoughts from softer things to forbidden temptation.
My own mirror was cloudy, and swirling in the mists were half-dreams and what-ifs.

Wild were the images, the pipe-dream serenades of fantasies best left undiscovered.
And in my mind the Other beckoned, and siren called with more velvet razor whispers...

"She never has to know.." ...followed by "You know you want to...."

And I discovered that I did,
in the more animal, the baser parts of me.
Those parts knew they could find what they crave.
...Pure animal desire coursed with every breath.
Fucking, not lovemaking. Savage, not tender

But I knew, I could find any temptation I desired closer to home.

But still I wondered, hearing that velvet-sharp knifeblade voice whisper into the animal me,

"Come to me, Flame....." The Other asked, no...begged. "I can be your Queen"

Princess, my Princess
Wavy haired beauty staring at me, in love, in concern, as this temptation battleground waged on within.
My hand knew that one flesh feels the same as another.
One set of lips holds the same possible delights.
One pretty ass is much the same as another, physically.

It was the internal that fought on.
Feelings versus physical desire. And neither side was doing well.

A shiver, my shiver....as a hand touched my cheek.
My eyes had closed, imagining my Princess, dreaming of the Other.
Guilt caused the eyes to open, and see the soft proto-shower of a single worried tear slide down a porcelain cheek.
And again, I knew my place.

"Daddy?..." she asked, Princess words, little girl lost voice....."Tell me, please?....Where did you just go?"

I would, but I am bringing myself back from this personal foxhole.
Words still formed into mental bullets, screaming bloody death at unwanted temptations in bulletproof armor.

And I looked at her, my Princess.
No flesh like hers.
No lips tasting sweeter.
Aye, desire is a heady flavour, yet forbidden passion is a stronger flavored fruit.
Bittersweet, though most never find the bitter seeds until too late.

Princess, my Princess,
I can only ask forgiveness for something I cannot admit.
And I whispered then, a simple soft nearly-forgotten set of words for the moment.
Her name, and my feelings for her.

Forgive me, please?